When I was younger, I was walking through the NorCal redwoods with my family. It was a clear and crisp day, maybe 65F. I strolled ahead of the group by 30 or 40 feet, lost in thought, but enjoying the dim light and the smell of pine needles and duff. After a few minutes along the trail, I began to smell something else. It was...musky. Foreign to the place. A few minutes more and I realized I was smelling human.
Sure enough, we caught up to a slower group. After we passed them, the smell was gone. I'll never forget it.
Sure enough, we caught up to a slower group. After we passed them, the smell was gone. I'll never forget it.