Other unusual or non-perfumey things I like to point my nose toward are . . .
the scent of new money . . .
the rich, warm scent of a new baby's head . . .
line dried sheets - as a child I'd tell my mother that the sheets smelled of apricots when dried in the sun . . .
rusty window screens . . .
the upholstery of an old pick-up truck . . .
the scent of rain on hot asphalt . . .
warm, black tea . . .
ice . . .
San Francisco at dawn . . .
the scent of the woods and water at Big Sur while sitting on Adirondack chairs placed in the middle of a winter-cold stream . . .
a box of my father's possession sent to me after his funeral . . .