Awesome, Jerry!

Speaking of memorable, pleasurable smells- mine is Horse Barn. My father trained horses and he was meticulous in their care. Every day after the barn was cleaned out, he'd 'broadcast' lime. That combination of odors has stayed with me.

I was forcefully reminded of it a few years back. In Juneau (a long, narrow, coastal town) we have only one 'farm', a 9-acre place where they raise turkeys and geese and parakeets and they board horses.

One day they had a garage sale which was held in the exercise arena. I wanted to check out an electrical gadget and the woman told me to step into one of the box stalls where there was an outlet.

I stepped in. Pure ambrosia.