smells and such

[hengest]

A thread for experiences of smell.  Hooks, flavor, the gamut.  Anything to do with smell.

[hengest]

As you open the pouch, a puff of dust leaps from it. A metallic scent hits your nose as a shower of tiny sparkles settles on your face.

[hengest]

As you enter the inn, there is an strong smell that seems unmistakeable but hard to identify. Spending a moment, you realize it is the mingled smells of rotting refuse and a bubbling stew-pot.

[hengest]

The old woman proffers you her corncob pipe with a touch of a smile. As you take a puff, your head is filled with what must be a smell of a burning potato flower.

[The Bloody Nine]

Waking up from the anesthesia, I have a metallic taste in my mouth and all I can smell is the antiseptic smell of the recovery room.

I know current day real world, but it is what sprung to mind.

[hengest]

(I like the post above, The Bloody Nine, and I don't have a problem with it being modern. That could fit into a medieval campaign easily, either as a vision or magical experience of another world (like ours), or re-skinned to be standard D&D flavor, or it could inspire a modern game or campaign.)

Also:

As you cling to your steed's back and gaze down at the land and river below, a familiar scent hits your nose. It seems to call you to. Almost against your will, you urge the bird in the direction from which you are sure it's coming, almost as if you could see a trail in the air.

[Admin Pete]

The King gazes at the feast set before him, the wonderful aromas wafting towards him from the table, his mouth waters at the odors of roast meats, rich sauces and fresh baked breads.

[hengest]

The woman gestures for you to sit down. You see nothing but a low table covered with herbs. "Here we are, dearie, there's a cushion for you," she says, all but seating you on a filthy pillow that was once fine. She waves a handful of something under your nose. Healall? "Now how does that strike you, dearie? Sweet or tart?" She looks in your eyes. "Sweet? So you need a pinch of mint and bee balm as well..." With awkward mastery, her hands gather and crush several bits of herbs together. Soon enough a stone cup of hot liquid is in your hands. "As soon as you can stand it, drink that down. You'll be right as a rule." The smell coming from the cup is gentle and firm at the same time. You would rather smell it than drink it.

[The Perilous Dreamer]

You've ridden far enough today and you swing down from the horse and stripping off the saddle and blanket and quick changing the bridle for a rope halter so your horse can roll, eat and rest. You love the smell of your horse, the leather saddle and the blanket, to you it is a comforting smell that reminds you of home and your childhood long ago.