Over at Neil Gaiman's website, someone asked him what his favorite smell was; and his reply was exactly as mine would be if I were as talented at describing such things...
It's a very specific autumn smell -- the first time you go out in the evening, and you realise it's really autumn and there's mist and leaf-mould and maybe even a tang of frost in the air, perhaps even the woodsmoke from a distant fire. It's an octobery-novembery sort of smell that carries winter with it, and it makes me happy to be alive.
I couldn't have said it better or agreed with it more!
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