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.

Milwaukee has the potential for the funkiest smelling city, IMO (brenda, do you agree?). During my freshman year at Marquette, October 1984 had a bizarre weather pattern in which a low front hung out in the area for most of the month. Fog, no fresh air blowing, and continuing production from the tanneries to the west, the (at the time operating) Pabst Brewery to the north, Ambrosia Chocolate Factory to the northeast, and the lake to the east meant that city reeked for weeks on end.

Heh, Kathy, I was just scrolling down to respond to this:

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).

With the schools of dead alewives that wash up on the beach most summers.

There's also that spot on the Marquette interchange where the hops-roasting plant is, though I like that smell. The industrial valley/tannery area also used to produce a scent as you went over it on the highway that my little brother quite aptly named "fish poo-pants."

I'm trying to remember if the Lake Ste Claire fish fly infestation smelled. I seem to recall it having done so, but the bigger issue was the encrustation of winged insects on everything.

What velcro wants to be when it grows up.