The Smell of Gaming  Feb 15, 2012  Walking my dog the other
night, a breeze wafted in over the ploughed field next to my
apartment building, and a scent in the air brought me back to my
elementary school cafeteria. It wasn't the pizza. It wasn't the
milk served in sealed plastic bags. It was just a general smell.
The cleaning solutions. The plastic and linoleum. The scent of a
few hundred kids rushing through in a couple hours. Something on
the air caught my nose, and I was instantly transported back to
a time I didn't realize I could remember. Such is the power of
scent memory.  [Image credit: Anton Novoselov]  I settled in to
play Tiny Wings on my iPad tonight and couldn't keep the
associated memories at bay. If you haven't played Tiny Wings,
it's an easy favorite in a sea of mobile games. You play a small
bird in a land made up of rolling hills. There are no real
controls. You tap the screen anywhere and the bird tucks his
wings and dives. When you let go, he soars. Your goal is to see
how far you can get