The smell of wood and moisture. You guessed it, a forest.
Shoestore. No idea how to describe it. Scent of leather perhsps
A hint on incense and spicy food, the smell of the ocean, and tuk tuk fumes.
The smell of the air conditioner wall unit at my mother’s old house. Musky. They were kept out in the garage, and my dad has no sense of smell. He would just put them in the windows and turn them on.
When I came home from school and got hit with the cold air, the smell, I knew it was summer. Yeah, sure, there’s probably a fungus in my brain that drives me towards the highest points I can find to release my spores, but, damn, it smelled like freedom.
The smell of a forest with a creek. Especially if it’s in the Sierra Nevada mountains. A dry, sweet-spicy smell of evergreens, duff, and cold water. I would bottle it if I could.
The moisture, the feromones… there really is nothing like it.