Ahh

Ahh, the smell of fresh alley as one walks by the overflowing dumpsters of rotting whatever.

Ahh, the smell of the elevator empty when the door opens reaking of someone's perfume applied too thickly.

Ahh, the smell of century old wood that recently burned to the ground with the house that it built.

Ahh, the smell of hamburger meat that has lived in the back of the refrigerator for a week or two too long.

Ahh, the smell of the rest room at the Opera House after many of the audience feasted on asparagus.

Ah, the smell, the smell, the smell.