The sulfur smell of black powder.

The sooty smell of coal smoke, takes me back to when I was a kid in England and we all heated our water and our houses with coal.

Some years back I was atop Mount Washington NH when the coal-fired cog railway stem locomotive arrived, the smell of soot, coal smoke and grease took me back to when I was a kid and we used to live next to the railyard, the last steam locomotives were still in operation, us kids used to climb on them when they were parked. I got lucky, Mt Washington switched to diesel in 2008, a pity.

The smell of leaf litter in the rain.

The juniper/pine smell of the Sacramento Mts of New Mexico in the morning.

Anytime mesquite is burning.

Sweetgrass/sage.

The whiff of dogbreath when your dog is checking if you're awake while you're pretending not to be so it will go away.

Brewing coffee.

A woman's hair.

A woman's sweat on your sheets.

The cider smell of rotten apples in an old orchard in the fall.

Hoppe's No 9.

Skunk.


"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744