This is probably and oldie but a goodie to help ward off the winter blues.
What smells have really got your attention while out cycling? And what memories from another non-cycling encounter do they bring back? Both good and bad...
When riding the Rhine Route a couple of months ago, we had to go through a section right next door to what I presumed was a metal refinery. A canal barge was unloading a reddish sand on one side, and the refinery was on the other.
There is a smell that permeates from such industrial complexes and it's difficult to describe. It's sort of a sharp, metallic baked-earth smell, which I suppose it was.
But it reminded me of the smell that came from the zinc refinery on the shores of the Derwent River that, as a member of a foursome rowing crew, we would ride past every Tuesday and Thursday morning.
What about your nasal recollections both recent and past?