Scent of a woman, aw too easy.
Burnt engine oil
Bad gas (not that that powers a car)
The lunar surface?
German Chocolate Cake
Something on the wind that catches you in an unguarded moment
Behind the ear
The throat area of a woman’s neck (could not help it)
Six Pasties cooking at 350 degrees
Brewed coffee in the morning, afternoon brewed coffee has a scent all its own
A well seasoned book
A Kindle, a lack of scent
I can continue on and on and on and on but I hold, too dear, the readers ear.
Oh, the ear