Each Boxing day, all the men..that's around 10-12 altogether, would go shooting on my Uncles Farm...The ladies would prepare a dinner fit for a King (as if we had not had enough on Christmas Day).
Walking back into the house after a mornings shooting and smelling the goose, duck, pheasant and pigeon cooking intermingled with sage and onion stuffing,various hot sauces etc etc which made up such fare....filled me with anticipation and my mouth literally watered. Yummmmmmmmmmmmm.
I love that smell when a woman comes freshly from the shower or bath and has anointed herself with all the products which are made to make her feel better about herself....certainly gets my attention.
I love the smell of woodsmoke and food cooking at my way-out-in-the-wilds campsite.
I feel sorry for all those people who are afflicted with a lack of the sense of smell!!
Best wishes, Mike.