Been sitting here in the corner reminiscing about some of those smells. I'd go for Burning Leaves too. Those were in the days when we were allowed to burn off. I always loved helping with the burning off. I think I must be some sort of firebug. I still enjoy tending a fire when I get the chance. These days, practically the only time you smell leaves burning is when there is a bushfire in the area, which is not such good news.

We don't have a working fireplace in the house unfortunately (some idiot before us bricked up the chimney), and a lot of the time here in Oz we have a total fire ban, but when I get a chance, I like to have a campfire. We did have one in April at a folk festival, which was lovely to sit and sing around, and occasionally poke or build up. We've already had our first bushfire of the summer here, even tho it's only spring (we had hot winds over the last few days), so I guess we're stuck with the total fire ban for a while.

Another smell I would buy if they could capture it would be new-mown grass. That brings back memories of when my brother and I were kids in Goulburn and dad cut the lawn with the push mower. He used to give us rides in the old metal wheelbarrow. I even have a photo somewhere of us in the wheelbarrow. And we had a small pine tree that we planted in the back garden. We called it the Christmas tree. Which reminds me of another smell - pine needles. I'm afraid the commercial smells called Pine are nothing like it. And as for plastic Christmas trees - UGH!