Manka & Nuparu
Do you ever think about how those old telegram wires carried whispers across the city? I’ve been dreaming of a tiny machine that could send a postcard’s scent along with its words, like a time capsule humming in a quiet workshop.
I usually let the parts do the talking. A scent‑transmitter would need a microfluidic channel, a tiny reservoir of fragrance molecules, and a way to encode the signal so it only releases at the right moment. Quiet, efficient, and, of course, a little bit of surprise.