mariobros saidahm ... the smell of fresh cut grass ...
Yeah, that used to be my favorite summer smell, which isn't quite the same anywhere else in the US but in the Northeast where I was raised. And in the Fall it would be burning leaves in backyards, which nowadays is banned because of air pollution. And at Christmas-time the smell of a fresh-cut pine tree being brought into our house. Then around Easter my grandmother's flowers, especially her tulip garden, dodging the bees to take a whiff.
And of course new-car smell. Which has changed over the years, but that I always like.
And oddly, that's one of the smells I can imagine when I'm having a seizure. These "phantom smells" (odors that really aren't there, and often incongruous to the surroundings) were one of the distinctive identifiers that helped neurologists diagnose my form of epilepsy. They're more typically supposed to be offensive, like latrine smells, but mine are usually more pleasant, and trigger memories reaching back to when I was an infant.
And so I can remember the smell of my baby carriage, and in turn see the pale-colored teething rings lying next to me. Or smell the interior of my mother's new 1957 Imperial on the day she took delivery, as well as the grease-pit smell of that Chrysler dealership's garage.
And when I spontaneously smell these things I know a seizure may be coming, and I take precautions. So that I both kinda like these odd smells, because of the pleasant memories they bring back to me from so long ago, but also appreciate the warning they give me.