"The light fishy smell of a lake." Donuel, just last night when I went to an outdoors salmon bake where a friend was singing for hundreds of tourists I suddenly realized that the pond that I was passing smelled like something out of my childhood, a smell I had thought of as being that of frogs. It must have been algae or something like that because I've never seen a frog in Juneau.

My brother and a friend once came upon a farm that had fresh cut hay and drove in to ask the farmer if they could help him make hay just for the "smell of it".

Tthat large lily that has pink freckles- don't remember its name but it smells like a campfire, and campfires trigger a dozen memories. Especially of when I was a kid and the family went to the river for an outing. Dad would build a fire where we'd roast hotdogs and toast marshmallows.

Lilacs - after 55 years - still bring back my first boyfriend. And I never was particularly fond of him. Memories are weird.

The most overwhelming and ambrosial smell I've come across since I left home was that of a horse stall. My father was a horse trainer so we always had lots of horses on the place, and I started riding so early I don't even remember the first time. A few years ago at the lone "farm" we have in Juneau I stepped into a horse stall and wanted to stay forever. It was wonderful.