The smell after the rain has passed.
The smell of a baby's head.
The smell of lily of the valley.
The smell of my boyfriend's t-shirt.
The smell of my mother's cooking. (Except when she is making liver, worst smell ever.)
The smell of fall leaves.
The smell of a campfire.
The smell of a new car.
The smell of the St. Petersburg metro.
The smell of a smoking pipe.
The smell of my mother's clothes.
The smell of my sister's apartment.
The smell of an opened book.
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