A Rose By Any Other Name...

I love things that smell good. I have very keen hearing, but sometimes I think my olfactory sense may be more well developed than my auditory and visual senses combined. I always seem to smell (and hear) things that no one else does. And it never fails to amaze me when a sudden whiff of something, e.g., well water, sawdust, a country store, Juicy Fruit gum, a school gym, chalk, etc., triggers a memory from long ago. That happens quite often.

I love the smell of grilling hamburgers and hotdogs, though I rarely eat hotdogs. I like the smell of popcorn, too, though I never eat it. I love to smell cakes and pies and bread baking and doughnuts frying. The smell of a turkey roasting or a chicken frying makes my mouth water.

I love the fresh smell of early morning air, the scent of the highly charged atmosphere of a storm, and the aroma of brewing coffee. It just makes me feel good.

There are unique summertime smells, like the scent of newly mown grass, flowers in bloom, heat rising from the pavement, and rain falling on hot concrete, that make me feel happy to be alive. There's nothing like the smell of a lake or a beach on a summer day, with the smell of the water in the air and the scent of suntan lotion wafting from the hot sand. I find the smells of the county fair exhilarating as well -- everything from spicy kabobs cooking to greasy funnel cakes frying to cotton candy to ... the earthy aroma of the animal pens. I love the smell of a forest floor covered in pine needles, and the primal scent of freshly turned earth.

I love the smell of bubblegum, but I rarely chew it. I love the smell of an icy bottle of Dr Pepper or a sweat-beaded glass of tea. I like the way root beer smells, too, though I don't remember the last time I drank one. I like the scent of liquorice, albeit I can't stand eating it.

Around the house, I find the scents of lavender and lemon and vanilla soothing. And Pine Sol. I don't like to clean my floors with anything else. I always bathe in scented oils or salts, preferably lavender or cinnamon/sandalwood or vanilla.

I love the way my dog smells, and never understand people who complain about dogs smelling like, well, dogs.

Shakespeare wrote (Romeo and Juliet), "That which we call a rose, By any other word would smell as sweet," but nothing else smells like a rose. Daisies don't smell like tulips, and hibiscus doesn't smell like lilac. And, of course, none of them smell like roses, but they all smell wonderful.

What scents float your boat?

These blasfomys dug up by TWISTED LINGUISTICS don't smell so good, but let's play with them anyway.

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