Dyed-in-the-wool Prairie Woman here.
In the summer I like to travel by motorcycle and the smells of my home are exhilarating - fresh cut hay, a field of clover, the green smell of corn growing, spicy and sweet wildflowers in the ditches.
The BIG smell of a car-struck deer which lasts longer than is pleasant and provides a reminder to watch the ditches as well as smell them. A lingering odor of an alarmed skunk.
The late-summer fishy/algae odor of standing water or the cleaner, but no less attention-drawing, fragrance of a lake.
In the fall there is the earthy smell of decaying leaves near the woodsy areas. And even our fresh-fallen snow and ice-frosted trees have a nose-shocking, bracing scent.
Traveling
al fresco on the prairie does have it's moments and yes, the smell of animal manure pervades the air in some months more than others. When I used to complain visiting on my husband's home farm my MIL would remind me that that unappetizing odor was the smell of money.
But Mid-Westerners can become connoisseurs of animal droppings and I can assure you that the cow flops are considerably more acceptable to the nose than those of hogs. And horse thit is the smell of adventure!
In
El mercado central during a visit to Mexico I noticed many varied smells which were unfamiliar enough as to be indescribable. They were so unique to my nose that I couldn't decide whether I liked them or not.
Odd the choice in English of the words we can choose from regarding olfactory sensation: odor, fragrance, scent, smell, stink.
My toddler son once, thinking to compliment his mommy, said "Mom, what's that odor you're wearing?" Um. I THINK he was leading up to a compliment. . .
lol
