The smell of light rain over grass and tarmac after incessant spells of dryness. Just had a fine drizzle in the Dorf and the smell's beyond exquisite. Both sat on the balcony sniffing away like a brace of fine wine enthusiasts on a sabbatical to a baroque vineyard. I also enjoy creosote, the smell of swaling and the waft that emminates from a chippy when your hank marvin.