Phoebe and Her Unicorn by Dana Simpson for September 05, 2016

I prefer the smell of a new bottle of contact lens solution. I don’t mean the solution, just the bottle.

I don’t know if it’s me, but I somewhat prefer the aroma of a freshly sharpened pencil.

All pristine and ready to use all that fresh paper and covers clean and shiny.

I remember making book covers out of paper bags from the grocery store. You had to fold them just right so you didn’t need to use scotch tape.

I prefer the smell of old, dusty books.

Ms. Lass – That’s true. I just didn’t like touching someone else’s book covers.

I’ll be at home being schooled for 3 hours by my aunt.

I always liked that.

My wife really enjoys the smell of new running shoes.

For that I have no idea.

The smells I remember from school are mainly floor polish and the bitter, acrid smell of old lab-coat.

There’s nothing like the smell of fresh racing fuel in the morning!

I always liked the smell and taste of the jar of paste we used in grad school Licked a lot of it off my fingers.

Ahh…the smell of fresh mimeograph ink in the morning!

Hated school, loved school supplies!!

The smell of fresh school supplies….. part of the trap!