I have a window now. Which overlooks an alley and a parking garage. Where a wings / chicken / fry everything places vents their smoke. Oh, the smell. Technically, it's not good. Sometimes, though. It just hits.
I DO think that the idea of having your own private nosegay to help you through the cravings is a brilliant idea, pulled out of history. I mean, deodorant wasn't invented until this century, and uhm, historically people bathed much less than we do today. And became used to their own funk, even if they were perhaps sensitive to the funk of others about them. So, nosegay.
Take a few cloves, some cinnamon sticks, a nice round nutmeg. Star anise, maybe, anything else you fancy that is durable. Nothing much. Keep it the size of a Tootsie roll pop, the whole package. Tie them up in a pretty square of cotton and stash them in your desk. If the delicious food smell becomes too invasive, pull it out and take a sniff.
Though, try to be discrete about it. You don’t want to get challenged to a duel.
