WOW!!!!
Now THIS I find fascinating. My husband one time called me an "Unbelievable Princess." I thought he meant I acted like a Prima Donna, which I don't--but then he clarified.
Princess like in the story of the Princess and the Pea, LOL.
I can clearly remember being a toddler and my family trying to sit me in the grass--and shrieking because I HATED the way it felt on my skin. To this day I will not sit on grass. I just got goose bumps thinking of it, LOL.
Cotton or silk only please--wool sets me off as does any manmade material.
When it comes to odors I can easily get nauseaous if I smell something "not quite right."
That's amazing, Eman! We have the same heightened senses, also. I wonder if there's a tie-in, ya think?
Luckily, most of this stuff I have been fortunate at learning to tune out. But I have friends who I really can not go in their homes because there's an odor (not that they're dirty).
They laugh at me when I tell them every human has their own smell--I could (blindfolded) pick my hubby out of a crowd of a thousand men and the same for my kids.
Wierd, huh? Maybe we're twins separated at birth.
Lisa