Speaking of omissions, when Adam left the Garden, God cursed all his senses --- except smell.
Which is interesting, in that smell has a profound memory-response-triggering ability, unlike any other sense.
Smell certain kind of mildew and you're back in Grandma's garage, getting down the hammock.
OK, where is it?
I have a reverse of that; not sure if it supports your statement or refutes it, but it exists nonetheless...
About 15-20 years ago I was sent to a micro-miniature circuit repair course in the Marines. We spent 10 hours a day, for six straight weeks, basically soldering SMT circuit boards nonstop under microscopes. To keep from going totally insane we had a radio on, playing the only station in the area. It played the same handful of songs OVER and OVER. To this day, if I hear one of those songs, I smell the strong odor of burning flux. Not just the memory of it; I really smell it!