An odyssey of smells

This morning I took a trip down Odour lane. My apartment smelled like my apartment. Leaving the apartment a smell of the Rødby-Puttgarden ferries greeted me in the stairwell. Then, on the ground floor, I felt a huge and nausiating smell of old cigarette smoke from J. Frick's apartment. When I reached the basement the horrible mixture of sweaty old man, old woman's perfume and alcohol came toward me. Then, finally, the garage had the same familiar smell of exhausts.

Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I'm treated the smell of newly baked cinnamon rolls from Pågen's bakery located not very far from my home. That smell makes my morning!