The moment she mentioned it, the strange sweet-cold smell of sugar beets that fell down from a lorry and burst into pieces filled my nose. I hadn't thought of it for ages.
Contrary to scientists I believe that one can remember smells - the dark-alluring smell of box in the sun, the mellow smell of warm mashed potatoes with milk and bran to feed sows, or foul water in rain barrels that weren't used permanently - but it is very difficult to describe them (Well, Patrick Süßkind must have succeeded in "Perfume" - but that I never read).
"An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup." wrote H.L.Mencken
PS: Strange: the date announcing my post is wrong (it is Sunday) - but then: Time... does it matter? Dissolves like smells...