Years ago there was an advertising campaign for a famous American airline and the slogan went something like ‘Fly me I’m [girl’s name]”. There were posters everywhere with a gorgeous woman plastered all over them. It was a hugely successful campaign and 10CC, a popular group at the time, even had a hit single with the name, ‘Fly me, I’m Mandy’. It was the start of a series of publicity stunts that attempted to link beautiful women with a desire to fly on a particular airline or buy a particular product. The female community may not have been amused but they could not deny that it worked.
It seems that the human race is pre-programmed to chase after beauty. No matter how much we refuse to follow that particular dictate, it is an inevitable human reaction. In the case of the ‘Fly me, I’m Mandy’ airline, the days of nubile young air hostesses has long since passed, though who would dare to comment! ‘I’m ugly, fly me’ does not have the same attraction and would probably incur a law suite from the Society for the Protection of some minority group or other.
From the time we are babies, the beautiful ones learn fast that a pretty face gets them everywhere. Only when we mature do we practice not to recoil from ugliness and discover that beauty is often only skin deep.
Another thing that the advertising moguls prey on is our sense of smell. Apparently we spend billions of dollars every year on fragrances to disguise our own (apparently) unappealing pong. They do everything to convince us that wearing X brand will make us beautiful and rich with a zillion admirers. I am rather surprised that the airlines haven’t picked up on that particular selling point, or did I miss it?
Instead of ‘Fly me I’m Mandy’ we could have ‘Fly me I’m fragrant’. Now that would definitely interest the more sensitive travellers amongst us. Whenever I fly I seem to attract the most unsavory companions, who either sneeze and cough all over me for 7 grueling hours or inflict their own personal aroma on my personal space. It is a most infuriating experience and one that seems to replicate itself with alarming regularity. So much so that I have changed my pre-flight prayer to ‘thank you for my safe and fragrant flight’. I even fantasize about a ‘cleaner air’ experience. Imagine airlines that employ ‘fragrant guards’ with sniffer dogs to ensure that no one is allowed on board unless they pass the pong test! Imagine, “Fly Chanel” or “Virgin Atlantic by Coco”. The possibilities are endless.
Seriously, though, the aroma of a place can have a big impact on our enjoyment or motivation to return for a second visit. I wonder if governments take that into consideration when planning their tourist campaigns. Inadequately purified irrigation water has sent many an inquisitive walker running for cover. I wonder how much we unconsciously anchor our experiences through the local smells?
After years of living in the Middle East I had become quite used to the dusty air, but did not notice its unique smell until I returned from the wetter climes of Europe. When walking around the souks in Dubai, we are often subjected to the strong smell of Arabic Oudh or whiffs of passing mothballs. I presume that both aromas serve to disguise other unpleasant smells or in the case of the latter to prevent moths from eating our clothes. However, I think someone should mention that they also keep humans away!
On a more positive note, let me come into contact with the local ‘Ghawa’ coffee with top notes of cardamom, and I am instantly hooked. Similarly, I have friends who cannot walk past a donut shop without having to pay a visit. Perhaps it’s the cinnamon flavouring that does it? Whatever your particular fix, next time you venture out into the wide world pay attention to what your nose is telling you. There is a lot more behind our odour detector than you know.
Janet Deeb
http://www.blazelightaround.com
from an idea by Carol at Matrix Training
http://www.matrix-training.com

