On her blog, Welshcakes writes about favourite smells of Sicilian women and she has a small poll in her sidebar. I opted for flowers but really there are all sorts of smells at different times that I love.
I am quite a 'smelly' person. I can sometimes sniff the air and pick up scents that Husband often misses - which when we're walking in the countryside is sometimes a good thing - when they've been spreading chicken dung over the fields in Devon I have to walk one section of the lanes with a hankie over my nose. (Husband can smell it but it doesn't affect him so badly.)
So there are flower scents I love: bluebells, lilac, wallflowers, old and wild roses. Walking past I have to have a good sniff of any of these and try to keep it in my head as long as I can, which in truth is no time.
And food scents: fresh bread, coffee (though I don't like it to drink), pizza, roast beef, warm welshcakes.
Then there's sea air. Even though we live only a few hundred yards from the sea there are houses and roads between me and it so I can't go for too long without getting closer, especially on a breezy day so I can open my arms wide and take a deep gulp of lovely salty air.
This morning I couldn't resist burying my nose in the clean sheets that had been blowing in the wind on the washing line. It's a freshness that can't be replicated by any fabric conditioner.
People often list the smell of a baby as one of their favourites and as a doting granny you'd expect me to include it too - but I don't think it's the smell in this case that entrances me as much as the warmth of the soft plump skin that makes me want to kiss and snuggle in.
I'm a perfume wearer too. I rarely go out without it - usually Chanel No 5 or Chanel Allure for evenings - even though I can't smell it on me unless I rub my nose in my wrist. Except when I do dishes. I think the warm water must heat my blood and release the perfume. I have such poor circulation that my skin is usually cold.
Sometimes I'll smell a particularly nice fragrance on a passer-by in Sainsburys for example. I'm often tempted - and have done it - to tell the wearer how lovely she smells. Sometimes it goes down well; other times I'm looked at strangely.
And then there are the smells that bring back memories. Hard to describe these as they're usually momentary but trigger a brief but vivid memory.
Such a vital and precious sense. Often undervalued but forms such an important part of our make-up, who we are and how we view the world.
What's your favourite?