16/12/99
Down
at
the
ol'factory
(Part II)
The
Nosenberg
rose
--
I
mean,
Rosenberg
nose
--
has
been
places
you
could
only
dare
imagine.
Last
time
Not
Page
One
hit
the
stands,
we
told
you
all
about
our
very
own
world
expert
on
bad
breath
and
body
odor.
Mel
Rosenberg's
clinics
in
Tel
Aviv
and
London
attract
the
raciest
members
of
the
human
race
for
hands-on
diag-noses
and,
you'll
be
happy
to
hear,
life-saving
remedies.
That
is
not
an
exaggeration.
"It
can
be
a
psychosis.
People
have
been
known
to
commit
suicide
because
of
bad
breath
--
and
these
are
people
who
don't
even
have
the
problem
--
they
think
they
do,
and
they
avoid
people
because
of
it.
It's
weird:
people
who
have
the
problem
don't
know
it,
some
who
don't,
are
convinced
they
do.
"We
had
a
lady
who
thought
she
had
bad
breath,
and
we
convinced
her
she
didn't.
Turns
out
her
father
had
bad
breath,
so
she
subconsciously
assumed
she
did
too.
So
she
brought
her
84-year-old
father
over
from
New
York,
and
we
cured
him."
Mel
has
devoted
his
life
to
the
perils
of
personal
pungency.
He
works
with
psychologists
and
psychiatrists.
He
tools
around
in
the
lab,
inventing
consumer
goods
and
gadgets.
He
sticks
his
nose
right
up
into
strangers'
most
intimate
regions,
sniffing
out
their
embarrassments.
And
he
doesn't
stop
there:
he's
a
human
guinea
pig.
"I
experiment
on
myself.
I
always
smell
myself.
All
the
time."
He's
not
a
nut,
he's
a
professor.
There's
a
difference:
it's
not
scientific
satisfaction
that
stimulates
somebody
with
a
saddle
fetish.
"On
the
one
hand,
I
love
to
laugh
about
it.
It's
a
great
subject
at
parties.
People
hear
what
I
do
and
they
back
away.
Hey,
I'd
also
be
nervous.
"But
there
is,
of
course,
a
serious
side
to
it,"
says
the
Tel
Aviv
University
microbiologist,
a
native
of
Ottawa.
"The
sense
of
smell
is
largely
ignored
by
science
--
it's
hard
to
measure,
hard
to
describe.
"There's
not
even
a
name
for
the
expertise
--
for
that
matter,
there
are
no
names
for
smells.
There
are
hundreds
of
names
for
colors
and
shades
of
colors
but
in
smell,
it's
always
a
metaphor.
Something
smells
like
jasmine
or
a
rose.
As
far
as
I
know,
no
language
or
culture
has
names."
Interesting,
no?
"Smells
are
associated
with
our
primitive
brain:
they're
strongly
connected
to
memory.
When
I
was
on
sabbatical
in
Toronto,
I
smelled
the
Canadian
autumn,
which
I
hadn't
smelled
in
25
years.
It
threw
me
back
to
the
age
of
three
or
four,
when
I
went
to
Ottawa
Rough
Rider
[football]
games
with
my
father.
We
all
have
these
experiences
of
smelling
things
and
being
thrown
back
into
distant
memory.
It's
almost
overpowering.
"Smell
is
contextual.
If
you
smell
a
rose,
you'd
say
it's
wonderful.
If
I
gave
you
a
steak
that
smelled
like
a
rose,
you'd
say
'gawd!'
It's
the
same
with
farts
and
feces.
If
it's
your
own,
well,
a
lot
of
people
like
the
smell.
But
others,
in
context,
it's
vile."
Mel
can
recommend
a
good
book
on
flatulence,
if
you
want
to
pursue
this.
"There
was
a
time,
thousands
of
years
ago,
before
Kupat
Holim,
when
we
had
to
rely
on
our
noses
--
to
see
if
water
was
potable,
if
food
was
edible,
whether
people
we
associated
with
were
diseased
or
not.
Bacterial
odors
are,
for
this
reason,
vile."
And
what
would
the
good
perfessor
categorize
as
the
most
repulsive
smell?
"Barf.
Barf
has
to
be
one
of
the
worst
smells
in
the
world."
His
most
odiferous
consultees
have
been,
surprisingly,
those
with
nose
woes.
"We
had
an
unfortunate
patient
with
an
infected
nasal
tumor
that
smelled
terrible.
There
was
an
interesting
case
of
a
retarded
teenager
who
stuffed
Kleenex
up
his
nose,
and
it
putrefied
up
there
for
months.
He
had
a
smell
you
could
detect
from
10
meters.
He
was
misdiagnosed
by
several
physicians:
no
one
thought
to
look
up
his
nose.
"The
medical
professions
aren't
skilled
in
smell,
though
100
or
200
years
ago
a
physician
could
make
a
lot
of
diagnostic
decisions
based
on
smell.
Gynecologists
still
can.
In
China,
it's
customary
to
smell
patients.
"If
a
child
comes
home
and
all
of
a
sudden
he
has
a
terrible
smell,
even
if
the
odor
appears
to
be
coming
from
the
whole
body,
the
first
place
to
look
is
up
the
kid's
nose,
because
they
stick
everything
in
there.
For
kids,
nostrils
are
playthings;
the
criterion
is
what
fits:
peas,
beans,
tissue,
little
toys,
you
name
it.
"The
kids
take
the
exudate
and
rub
it
over
their
bodies,
so
the
whole
body
stinks,
and
the
doctor
doesn't
know
where
to
look.
The
key
is,
with
this
retarded
kid,
his
back
didn't
smell,
because
he
couldn't
touch
it.
"We
had
a
case
of
a
28-year-old
woman
who
had
a
peculiar
smell
up
her
nose.
A
calcified
foreign
body
was
found
there,
Kaplan
Hospital
had
to
operate
on
her
and
remove
it
with
a
chisel.
They
found
a
little
plastic
bead
that
she'd
put
there
when
she
was
three.
She
knew
she
had
a
bad
smell
coming
from
her
nose,
but
I
was
the
first
person
to
take
her
seriously."
In
most
cases,
Mel
says,
bad
breath
and
body
odor
can
be
treated.
He
doesn't
necessarily
have
to
resort
to
his
smell-and-tell
procedure,
either.
"Now
there's
a
web
site
on
bad
breath
where
we
give
answers
and
reveal
research.
We've
had
about
9,000
'hits'
so
far
--
I
get
email
from
all
over
the
world,
every
day,
and
I
try
to
help
as
best
as
I
can
without
actually
smelling
them."
(His
email
address:
melros@post.tau.ac.il
;
the
web
site:
www.tau.ac.il/~melros/Welcome.html
).
Beauty
may
be
in
the
eyes
of
the
beholder,
but
true
attraction
is
in
the
nostrils.
"I
believe
the
armpit
is
a
sexual
organ,
and
one
of
its
goals
is
to
allow
chemical
communication
between
men
and
women.
When
you
see
a
woman,
how
do
you
know
if
she's
genetically
complementary
to
you?
You
can
look
her
over,
but
you're
not
going
to
get
a
real
chemical
picture."
He
insists
that
natural
armpit
smell
attracts,
rather
than
repels.
"This
is,
again,
contextual:
we've
been
taught
to
be
repeled
by
body
odor.
In
some
cultures
it
was
customary
for
young
maidens
to
put
a
handkerchief
in
their
armpits,
or
a
slice
of
apple,
and
present
it
to
a
prospective
beau.
"I'm
convinced
that
one
of
the
reasons
I
married
my
wife
is
because
of
her
smell.
I
love
my
wife's
armpit
odor.
(Don't
get
excited
--
he's
a
scientist,
remember.)
We
met
folk
dancing,
and
I've
noticed
that
lots
of
couples
who
meet
folk
dancing
get
married.
"You
can't
convince
me
that
God
created
this
smelly
armpit
for
no
reason."
Which
brings
us
to
the
crotch.
"The
crotch
also
has
these
glands,
each
attached
to
a
hair
--
the
rest
of
the
body
doesn't.
Why
do
we
have
hairs
in
the
crotch
and
armpit?
I
believe
to
spread
the
word:
they're
like
odor
antennae.
Remember,
we
only
develop
body
odor
--
and
hair
in
our
armpits
and
crotch
--
at
puberty."
Breath,
on
the
other
hand,
is
almost
universally
negative,
he
says.
"Of
the
thousands
of
people
I've
seen,
I've
only
come
across
one
couple
where
the
husband
actually
likes
his
wife's
natural
breath.
He
asks
her
sometimes
to
talk
so
he
can
smell
her
breath.
I
interviewed
them,
I
couldn't
believe
it.
Unfortunately,
she
wouldn't
let
me
smell
her."
And
where
does
he
stand
on
feet?
"They
have
the
regular
sweat
glands,
but
the
reason
they
smell
so
cheesy
is
because
we
put
them
in
shoes.
If
you
were
to
put
your
hands
in
gloves
for
14
hours
a
day
for
years,
they'd
smell
like
feet."
(Go
on,
try
it.)
When
Mel's
not
up
an
underarm,
you
may
very
well
find
him
in
the
lab,
a
sort
of
olfactory
factory.
He
has
developed
new
ways
to
diagnose
and
treat
body
odors,
and
a
technique
for
sampling
armpits.
He
helped
invent
a
"unique"
mouthwash,
Assuta.
"It's
the
only
mouthwash
in
the
world
you
can
actually
see
working
in
the
sink,
because
when
you
spit
it
out
you
can
see
all
the
guck
attached
to
the
oil
droplets."
He
has
started
up
a
company,
InnoScent,
that
puts
out
such
products
as
a
shoe
spray
he
invented.
His
major
project
lately
is
to
invent
a
safe
deodorant.
"In
Israel,
most
deodorants
are
antiperspirants
--
which
contain
aluminium
salts.
Aluminium
is
considered
by
many
people
to
be
harmful:
it's
been
implicated
in
Alzheimer's
and
other
diseases,
and
may
cause
cancer,
though
it's
not
yet
proven.
We're
in
the
development
stage
of
an
alternative
deodorant."
Mel
has
put
a
lot
of
thought
into
that
most
vexing
of
human
challenges:
how
to
tell
someone
he
smells
bad.
"The
answer
is,
it's
almost
impossible.
If
it's
someone
in
your
family,
you
owe
it
to
them,
because
no
one
else
will
tell
them.
"Otherwise,
if
you're
really
brave
you
can
maybe
say
something,
and
some
people
will
appreciate
it
in
the
long
run.
Or
you
can
drop
hints,
like
leaving
them
a
bottle
of
mouthwash,
or
deodorant.
"Or
you
can
ask
me,
and
I'll
tell
'em."