The misting started right before my noon so I noticed immediately that “first rain smell.”1 You know what I mean. After a few weeks of dry, rain releases a wonderful aroma from the thirsty earth. As I walked along, I learned a couple things:
First, rain smell is not a single aroma; it’s a fragrance counter of scents, with different surfaces contributing to the melange. There’s the dust of the sidewalk, the oily, rubbery, asphalty blend of the road, the woody smell of the bark dust, the pungent smell of juniper, the green, grassy smell of the, uh, green grass.
Second, humid air seems to seems to transmit other smells better. The spray paint outgassing from the SpeedRack site, the pancakes and bacon from IHOP. When it’s raining, everything smells better.
I wonder if this is just a taste (sniff?) of what it’s like to be a dog.