My ten favorite smells are:
- Cloves.
- Rain on field grass.
- Yerba maté.
- Roses.
- Green tea.
- Moss.
- Blankets dried in the sun.
- The back of girl necks.
- Lavender.
- Fresh bread.
A bizarre honorable mention now goes to stale cigarrette smoke after being up for 26 hours.
I actually have associations with all of these― Cloves: Carrie, sitting on top of the house. Rain on field grass: Being alone in the cool comforting dark. Yerba Maté: My father. Roses: Robyn, because I could smell them from a distance and she couldn’t. Green tea: The wondermill crowd, and Tessa, and time well spent in BC. Moss: Robyn, by the creek. Blankets dried in the sun: my sister. Girl necks: No comment. Fresh bread: Dawn.