I love smells. I can’t go into a shop that sells candles, soaps, or anything scented without deeply inhaling each one. I can’t pass a perfume counter without trying one or five out. There are not too many scents out there I do not like. Just the obvious ones like garbage, rotten eggs, dirty cat litter, perm solution, that sort of thing. I even like some smells that many others find objectionable. Tires. Gasoline. Wet paint. Chlorine. Potting soil. Fertilizer. I particularly like that musty old smell that accompanies the more porous antique and vintage items. Sometimes it just smells like dust and damp attic or basement, but sometimes it has that mellow hint of decades old cigarette smoke too, which I just love! Well that is enough odd confessions for now.