Country smells are the best smells in my opinion. There is nothing more glorious than the heady smell of fresh cut alfalfa wafting through the heavy air of a summer night. All I have to do is take a deep breath, close my eyes, and suddenly I am transported through time back to my childhood. I spent my summers barefoot, running through the alfalfa and corn fields. The smell of cow manure takes me back too; my great uncle was a dairy farmer and now beef cattle are raised on his farm down the road.
Right now the smell of freshly baked apple crisp is holding the air I breathe hostage. I picked up some dropped apples in the orchard tonight. Jim peeled them for me (well, half of them anyway) and I baked a homemade apple crisp. It's too hot to eat yet, but oh boy does it smell good!
If I had to give up one of my six senses, I could never, ever, give up my sense of smell. My memories are intertwined with odors...the smell of Ivory soap at my grandma's and the honeysuckle bush in her yard. The smell of a field of corn in pollen can make me feel the corn leaves on my arms as I run through the skyscraper stalks in my childhood adventure of the day.
I can't always trust my eyes and ears, but I can always trust my nose. Scents don't lie.