Fresh basil. My friend from work gave me a bag of fresh basil last night and even though I'm sure I won't use it for anything, I probably spend the next few nights just smelling it. Smelling basil leaves always makes me want to get on my hands and knees in the dirt and create a huge, flourishing garden.

And then there's probably the best smell in the world - fresh, ground coffee. There's nothing like it! One of the best parts of my morning is opening up the Maxwell House container and just inhaling. This is probably why I could never work in a coffee shop; I'd be too distracted.

Then there's nutmeg. Cloves. Probably the most Christmas-y scent out there.

I adore the smell of new shoes. It's hard to resist popping into Shoe Carnival or Payless when I'm walking by. What else? I definitely don't like the smell of cut grass. It always reminds me of the HPU maitenance crew mowing the hill outside my dorm in ungodly hours of the morning for the past few years. It triggers unpleasant memories...

If I still have a sense of smell in the afterlife, I hope that it's super-enhanced, so that I can smell all of my favorite things at the same time with stronger intensity. This morning, after smelling all of these and triggering happy memories, that is my ideal view of heaven.