strange scents that I actually really kinda love...

My little brother's freshly baked bread.
Horse barns. Don't knock it--not for everyone.
Storms. And yes, you can smell them coming.
Freshly cut lumber from Grandpa's sawmill.
Sun-warmed herb beds, cilantro and basil (like what's growing on my porch).
Tilled black earth and seeds.
Spring hay meadows, walls of flowers and grass under a brilliant blue sky.
Honey bee wax, collected as we spin honey.
Orange tree blossoms on a warm breeze.
Sea spray and salt-embedded ocean cliffs.
Boiling maple syrup in Da's evaporator.
Sunshine flavored breezes.
Crunchy fall leaves. Sharp and musty.
Caramel apples. Actually, maybe I just like the taste. A lot.
Campfires, smoke and woods and heat (camping this weekend...Foster, here we come!).
Cedar trees, carved into heartwood creatures.
The random flowering bushes to the right of Wright hall.
Blueberry herbal tea in huge mugs.