Thursday, July 16, 2009
Yesterday I was trying to construct a hierarchy of *best smells*.
For me, it'd include cut grass, gasoline, burning charcoal, and cigar smoke.
But I think frying-BACON wins the day with me.
A few years ago, we went to a wedding out on Block Island. Staying at one of those bed-and-breakfasts, we arose the next day starving AND extremely hung-over and went downstairs for our breakfast. Now the entire downstairs was drenched with the aroma of bacon, yet it turned out to be a most cruel mirage.
It wasn't for us. The bacon was frying on the other side of the closed-off kitchen; it was effin' for the family/proprietor. Its smell tortured us while we pecked at a thoroughly unsatisfying Continental breakfast - a meal that should rightfully be banned by law.
But getting back to smells....
I'm sure some of you wage slaves and dysfunctioning adults would nominate *brewing coffee* as one of the better smells. Even though I like the smell and taste of this narcotic, I have long refused to drink it if for no other reason than to distinguish myself from the lumpen masses.
My wife insists that not only does *the Fall* emit a scent, but that it smells good. Me, I've never detected what the bleep she is talking about.
Here's another that I've never been able to detect:
On the food front, I like rosemary, horseradish, and the smell of simmering meat-based pasta sauces. And I do like the smell of Manhattan's Chinatown for some odd reason. It's a curiously blend of fish, roasting ducks, and trash.
I'm sure I'm missing a whole bunch of stuff so I'm going to have to think some more on this.
Then we'll do a *Worst Smells* post - though perhaps with closed/modified comment section.