Oh YES!!! let's take for example the Pipera area (a former industrial platform at the outskirts of Bucharest, now a fast developing offices area) where I go quite often, for I happen to work with one of the companies located there. Pipera ususally smells like tobacco. Burnt or raw, tobacco smell is everywhere, especially in the morning when you go out from the subway station to take a breath of fresh air. It's from the tobacco factory whose name I'm sure I don't want to mention for I strongly dissaprove to smoking. I ate the smoke they leave behind when used like they're supposed to be used (that is be smoked:))but I love the smell of unlit tobacco. That's why, although heavy and sometimes sour-ish, the smell from the tobacco factory I pass by doesn't ruin my day...on the contrary...it puts me on a very nice track where I start imaginig stories with oldtimes gentlemen smoking pipe in a colony town in South Africa ... Yes smell can really put me up to beautiful things. And it can equally be a total turn off. Like this morning's smell of Pipera. Garbage. Liquid, full, damp, ubicuous ...d'oh!...smell of garbage. So maybe I was the only person happy to see the heavy, generous rain pouring this afternoon over Pipera...washing it well. We had been lacking rain lately...but not as seriously as today when a whole neighbourhood was in serious need of a bath. Too bad that here, they don't shampoo streets as they used to do in Budapest in '87...
