The sandy smell of big raindrops at the start of a heat-busting summer storm.
Fresh ground coffee being brewed.
Warm bread smelled close.
Puppy-dog. Mine smells divine, wet or dry. Apparently dogs have a range of temperatures, unlike humans with their standard one-or-there-is-an-issue. Lollii runs high. It makes her musky and puppiful and robust in her smelliness. These are the good smells. Luckily I am slow at getting the bad smells when they happen.
The briney sea when she slaps herself on the shore.
Garlic. Disclaimer: when it's cooking, not as a body fluid afterwards. Although it is one of those things (and excuse me for saying it) that smells bigger than it tastes.
BBQ when you walking home, thinking about dinner, on a balmy summer night and everyone is out cooking.
This one is a little odd, but I used to love the smell of regular, normal petrol before they mucked around with it. Not in an addictive way. It reminds you of roadtrips and the uncanny nature of services in the middle of nowhere.
Who wore it better?
Doing the link-in love-in today with: