Rabbi Eytan Feiner
The Smell of Shabbat
וביום השבת
And on the day of Shabbat… (Bamidbar 28:9)
As a boy eagerly approached his bar mitzvah weekend, his family arranged for the davening and meal to take place in a hotel over Shabbat, followed by a celebration after Shabbat. Of course the family invited their Rabbi, Rav Simcha Wasserman and his Rebbetzin to join them for the bar mitzvah. Not feeling too well, however, Rav Simcha declined and apologized for being unable to attend. Nevertheless, he wished the family much nachat and offered his warmest blessings upon the boy’s upcoming milestone.
Rav Simcha, though, had one request to make. “Please make sure there is cholent in the hotel for Shabbat. You cannot have a Shabbat without cholent!” But the parents of the bar mitzvah boy tried to politely excuse themselves. “With all due respect, we are spending Shabbat in a hotel and do not want to get involved in any halachic dilemmas that accompany making hot food on Shabbat. We already worked it out with the caterer that we will be serving cold food. Besides, the big celebration will be taking place later that night after Shabbat. Then we will provide hot culinary delights. For Shabbat, though, we will keep it plain and simple. There will be challah, fish, chicken and other dishes. There will be plenty to eat, except for cholent.”
“Please,” persisted Rav Simcha, “I just want to ask this one favor. I have a tradition that you need to have hot food for Shabbat. You must make sure there is cholent.” Wishing to listen to the directions of their Rav, the family made sure that cholent would be served. Contacting the caterer and making sure hot plates would be set up, cholent was prepared and added to the menu.
While the parents of the bar mitzvah boy had become religious later in life, a large number of their family still remained irreligious. Not wishing for their relatives to drive to the bar mitzvah on Shabbat, they announced that everyone was welcome to attend the celebration that would be taking place after Shabbat. If anyone however wished to participate in the bar mitzvah on Shabbat itself, they were more than welcome to come Friday afternoon and join the family in the festivities.
Notwithstanding the parents’ request, an elderly aunt and uncle who lived near the hotel did not wish to deviate from their normal Friday night schedule. And so, after spending Friday night at home, they drove to Shul on Shabbat and entered the hotel hall as everyone else filed in.
As they stepped inside, the fragrant aroma of the delicious cholent wafted through the air. Seeing where their family was situated, the aunt and uncle began making their way over to the table. But then, all of a sudden, the aunt stopped in her tracks. Turning to her husband trembling, she said, “We have to go home.” Not sure what had occurred, the uncle worried if everything was alright. “I’ll tell you in the car,” she said.
Heading back to the car, the husband looked at his wife who was well into her seventies for an explanation. “I have never seen you like this in all the years we have been married. What happened all of a sudden?” Turning back to her husband, the wife explained:
“My last memory as a six-year-old child in the Holocaust was German soldiers taking me away on a Shabbat afternoon. I remember enjoying the aroma of the hot cholent in our house though. Cholent always represented Shabbat to me. Ever since that incident which took place when I was a child, my last fond memory and attachment to Judaism has been the hot cholent I enjoyed so much.
“I haven’t smelled cholent in close to seventy years. But when I walked into the hotel just now and smelled cholent for the first time in years, right away, my memory took me back to my youth. I could almost taste that Shabbat afternoon cholent. Its smell woke me up and made me question what I am doing with my life. During those years of childhood, I felt a connection to G-d, understood the beauty of Judaism and knew what a true Shabbat meant. How could I now be missing that?”
Henceforth, this woman changed her life. From then on, she decided she would keep Shabbat for the rest of her life. And where did this tremendous journey back to her Jewish roots begin? With Rav Simcha Wasserman who made sure that his student would serve cholent on Shabbat.
The Gemara (Berachot 53b) tells us that the sense of smell is unique in that a person’s neshama derives benefit from it. That which our pristine spiritual soul gains pleasure from is the sensation of smell. It is not coincidental that studies have been done substantiating that more than sounds and sights, what evokes memories of old is a scent. The memory of a smell experienced during one’s youth can last for decades. Oliver Sacks writes of an eighty-year-old epileptic woman who would break out in Italian opera and recall aromas she smelled as a six-year-old girl in her mother’s kitchen. Smells stay with a person forever.
There is a unique spiritual and physical smell to Shabbat Kodesh. The Bnei Yissaschar (Maamarei Chodesh Adar 4:1, Mar Cheshvan Maamar 2:1) writes how Adam and Chava defiled and desecrated four of their five senses when they consumed the forbidden fruit in Gan Eden. They saw the Tree of Knowledge, listened to the snake’s enticement, held the fruit and tasted it. The one sense which did not derive any prohibited benefit from the Etz Ha’daat was that of smell. In consequence, the only way to reconnect oneself to Gan Eden is through the medium of reyach, smell.
Furthermore, Shabbat, which the Gemara (Berachot 57b) compares to the blissful state of delight enjoyed in the World to Come, gives us a sense of what Gan Eden was like and what the World to Come will be like. But there is more to Shabbat than its special ethereal smell; it is a day which is intrinsically bound to Torah. Shabbat must take us back to the Torah, back to the Etz Chaim, the Tree of Life which was situated in Gan Eden. As Shlomo Hamelech writes, Torah is “עץ חיים היא למחזיקים בה” – “A Tree of Life for all those who hold onto it” (Mishlei 3:18).
Moreover, Shabbat is a time when we can elevate ourselves through the singing of zemirot (hymns). Rav Yisroel of Shklov writes in the name of his Rebbe, the Vilna Gaon, “Moshe Rabbeinu was taught the wisdom of music at Har Sinai, which when used properly can be mechayeh meitim, resurrect the dead” (intro. to Sefer Pe’at HaShulchan). Considering this, it is not surprising that many people wake up in the morning to the sound of music as they leave a state of unconscious slumber and experience a small degree of techiyat hameitim, life resurrection.
Shabbat, the day in which the aromas of Gan Eden and Olam Haba permeate our homes, is a most precious day. Each moment presents us with the opportunity to stir our neshamot with inspiring words of Torah and song, and of course, to bask in the delicious scent and taste of cholent. It indeed is a glorious day.