I was visting a perfume factory in Grasse In France. The seat is for a "nose" to sit at the organ and craft the perfect scent to match or created a memory . I smiled to myself when I looked out the window to see two rooftops that appeared to be lifted by the perfume organ. This was something unique when I thought about how deeply personal , evocative & subliminal smell is where no words are needed to convey meaning.The scents speak or sing for themselves as does uplifting music