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The fragrance of warmed pine needles on the forest floor is pretty close
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Agreed. Loved that smell when we lived in MT. Baking bread or bacon are in the running, also.
ReplyDeleteThe smell of the soil as rain first hits it; the briefest whiff of lilacs as you walk past a blooming bush; the aroma of fresh basil. Ahhh....
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