The smell of the roof would be driving me nuts right now. My guitar's face is red cedar. Where I grew up, there was a cedar tree right outside the front door that lived with a hemlock and some other trees that shaded and sheltered a little hideaway where jack-in-the-pulpit grew. Of course, there are probably other smells right now, but the cedar would drive me nuts. I look forward to seeing the roof, whenever that happens.