Aroma therapy.................

Thanks Dean, I never admitted it but I find the faint smell of skunk to be rather pleasing to the nostrils in a strange sort of way. Even when my dogs have been bombed by one, I can tolerate the smell much better then my hunting buddy. Go figure. Must be all those years of my Moms and Grandmoms constant cooking with fresh garlic. I love that smell, some hate it.

FWIW, when your dog gets nailed by Pepi le Peu, there is a foolproof way to get rid of it almost instantly using hydrogen peroxide 3%, dish soap and baking soda. I pack it in the truck right along with the canine first aid kit.

But I digress. Hoppe's #9 and freshly fired paper shells does it for me too.

To most any and all of the aromas listed I would add just the hint of a nice Burley or Virginia pipesmoke wafting in over it all.

The smell of rutting bull elk when you are easing thru the dark timber with a bow and arrow and you know he is close.

a few times when i was in the cotton fields picking cotton i could smell rain coming our way and knowed i would soon be leaving that field......charlie

Charlie, Picking Cotton ain't easy its sort of like priming tobacco, hot sweaty and with cotton at least you don't get the tar on you, but when I was in school 1.00 an hour was not bad for priming, The owner of the field would usually have a cold watermelon for us to eat before we went to the barn and climb them tier poles and hung the tobacco, first primings were the worst for the guy handing the sticks in the barn because of the sand on the leaves, brings back memories, sorry to high jack, gary

My aroma would be the smell of a Connecticut Valley tobacco barn after it is just filled and it is first fired to start the cure. In the day, we would start the dry down with real wood lump charcoal, that was an amazing combination of smells. I drove the charcoal truck for Tryon Farm. The charcoal came in burlap feed bags recycled. That was before we used propane but even with propane it is still a great wiff.
For you cigar aficionados, it is like a like opening a Griffin Tubo and inhaling deeply to the tenth power.
Hell, a tobacco barn in the CT Valley is a good wiff even in the off season.