My favourite smell in the whole wide world is baking bread.
Every day I take the commuter train to work and I walk through pedways to get to my office tower downtown. I have to pass a store on my way called "Press'd" that sells sandwiches and soups. My salivary glands are now relating where I am in the pedways like Pavlov's dog does to the bell. I get to a certain point in the pedway and even though I can't yet smell the fresh baking breads, my mouth is suddenly salivating at the soon to smell yummy goodness.
It's a bittersweet position since I don't eat that stuff anymore and frankly really... I physically couldn't. I LOVE the smell though and savour it every single morning.
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I love the smell of fresh bread too! I don't have to walk past Press'd though-but Fat Franks hangs out by my building at lunch time. I breathe in deeply and keep walking. So far anyways. But isn't it wonderful to be able to enjoy the smell of something so completely?
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