I’m a super-taster and thanks to lots of childhood abuse I’m hypervigilant. So pretty much everything. If a person anywhere in the area has been smoking or in a smoky room any time in the last day or two, I’ll know it. I know what you last ate - and drank, if it wasn’t water. I can hear a woman sobbing quietly in a locked room down the hall when nobody else can. I see beauty in the clouds in the sky at night. I smell faint smoke on the wind. Scents that remind me of long ago, when I was a child - like the smell of shrinky-dinks coming off a hot metal mold, or pastries coming out of an Easy-bake oven. Autumn leaves swirling in an icy breeze. Or the smell of something like earwax, or tar. I often wonder how normal people live without sensing so much of the world!