From the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread to the clean, summery haze of lavender flowers, we all have favorite smells we find particularly comforting. What’s yours?
I have many favorite smells. The smell of a newborn baby. I mean, a new-new newborn baby, fresh from the factory. I can’t describe it in a worthy way. The air is sweet and clean and… new. I don’t know if that’s everyone’s experience or just mine. My newborn babies smell good.
I like the smell of freshly mown grass. This is a common one. You either love it or you hate it. I have only recently learned, or perhaps relearned as maybe I knew it before, that the smell that I love so much is actually a chemical that the lawn gives off trying to save itself from the injury you are inflicting upon it. That makes me sad. It is sad that it smells so good.
I love the musky smell of a good rainstorm. I think everyone gets this one. Right?
I love the smell of Thanksgiving dinner cooking. It’s almost too many aromas at once. Sweet and savory overload – a welcomed experience.
The smell of coffee brewing is one of my most odd favorites. Odd because I do not drink coffee. Not the freshly brewed, never experienced the transformation into a white chocolate mocha kind of coffee anyway. It is my fervent wish that coffee tasted as good, straight out of the pot, as it smells while it is brewing.
I have a feeling that I could go on like this for many hours, but I have to eat lunch now. BLT’s smell good.