I love the smell of the overpowering brewery funk. LOVE.

You've got the funk! I guess the Mothership landed in Cincy.

I adore the smell of brewing beer -- it's the waste products that are left afterward that aren't so tasty.

Does Nicole's place put spaghetti in the beer? And if so, can I get mine with extra garlic?

Any improvement?

I just had Special K. My stomach's not happy about it, but I think my brain wins. So there's that.

I like distillery smells ... ish. I hate sugar smells on the raw end ... anything up to and including wet sugar makes me nauseous (I'm such the delicate flower) but once it gets to crystal or alcohol then it's all good.

I'm guessing Nicole's place leaves out the ass and the bear whiz that Bud uses so prominently.

Not in my experience.

I have two breweries in my neighborhood (a big one and a microbrewery) so my area often smells hoppy. It never smells as bad as the Molson brewery in Vancouver though.

Downtown Halifax often has a funky harbour smell. And sometimes I smell a burnt coffee smell. I think that might be the navy ships' engines.

Does Nicole's place put spaghetti in the beer? And if so, can I get mine with extra garlic?

No. Mostly all water, so far as I can tell. (I soooo didn't say that.)

I've mentioned the spaghetti smell to co-workers before and everyone thinks I'm crazy so there's that.

I'm a freak -- I love the smell of the overpowering brewery funk. LOVE.

I agree. The good smelling days are nice!

What do you think of molasses? That is one good smell we get down on the harbor. Oh! And bread baking. Back when I was sailing regularly, saturdays were great smelling. One one side, you had the bread company (Harvest? I don't recall. In Canton) and on the other, it was Domino Sugar, which smells of molasses.

Of course, smack in the middle was the stench of the harbor, but...

Worst smell evah? Dead bloated poagies (the nickname of a local garbage fish that died en masse one year in Maine and spent the rest of the season floating and getting washed in by the tide). It even beat growing up in a town where the river was heavily polluted by paper mills.

I also remember in Boston one year I was in college when the algae count was higher than expected in the reservoir and all the tap water smelled like swamp water for the rest of the year.

And certainly beats the everloving tar out of the way a lot of Maine towns did/do where they had/have paper mills. Bleh.

The first time I smelled the by-products of a paper mill, I almost threw up in the car. I love Charleston, but not that damn bridge.

The first time I smelled the by-products of a paper mill, I almost threw up in the car.

This was every rainy day (or when the wind was the "right" direction) while I was growing up. The 'Scogger (The Androscoggin River) was one of the ten most polluted rivers in the country at one point. Never caught on fire, though.

Oh, and another overpowering funk: Haymarket (or any Chinatown I've been to) in the late afternoon on a humid summer day. Gag-inducing.