Here are my favorite smells:
1. When I was a kid we used to go camping every summer at Brietenbush, a beautiful campground on the Breitenbush river stocked with rainbow trout and had a hot springs nearby where we would go at night to sink our feet into the mud at the bottom of a hot pool fed by the hot springs. There we would look up at the stars and talk about whatever popped into our heads. My uncle would get up early and go fishing. About the same time my mom and my aunt would fire up the camp fire as well as the white gas stove. Then coffee would percolate on the stove and bacon would begin frying. Lord how I loved the smell of coffee and bacon while hearing the sound of the river roaring maybe a hundred yards away. As a side benefit, I loved the sound of fish and bacon crackling as they would fry;
2. I use to work summers with my father, a bricklayer. Now, I enjoy the smells of fresh cut lumber on the job as well as brick and mortar dust. All these decades later and I can still hear, in my memories, the sound of my father's trowel as it buttered a brick scraping the trowel along the brick.
