Horse-smells never fail to evoke. Likewise Old Spice,redwood forests, and my grandfather's tobacco, or my father's, or the smell of ozone on a rising tide, forest rains, lawns after thundershowers, certain kinds of musk, the smell of a wet dog, the smell of Ouzo at sunset, Gruyere on fresh French bread, gunsmoke, turpentine, and the strange whiff of an anchor chain breaking the surface bringing bottom mud with it. New welds in steel. Certain kinds of perfume just transport me. Good brass. Good Scotch, inimitable, and likewise real French chicory-coffee and Hennessy brandy. Certain exhalations from energized damsels' lungs, very well-made Bolognese sauce, and a peculiar odor of steam, oil and steel in a smoothly running steam engine. I also love the smell of good hemp rope when it is new, wood shavings, especially from cedar, wet clay and dark forests in moonlight. The smell of compressed air at 50 feet below the surface. And freshly varnished spars.

These are a few of my favorite things.

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