My Grandfather’s pipe tobacco smoking.

The smell of yeast in a batch of pizza dough turning in the Hobart.

The scent of gelatin high explosives.

My favorite dogs ears.

My daughter’s pillow.

The indescribable smell of a Northern lake turning over in the spring, just after ice-out.

A whiff of doe in estrus piss on last years hunting garments before they go into this years laundry prep.

The aniseed smell of a FRESH living bait-slick. In either salt or fresh water. Or, licorice rubber worms. Hahaha

Last edited by Mr_Harry; 09/24/20.