I have a strong dislike for the smell of cantaloup, so much in fact that not only will I not eat it, I cannot sit at the table while someone else eats it. It smells like stinky-wet-haven't-been-washed-in-a-year gym socks.
What I do love is the smell of fresh roasted coffee beans, preferably over a campfire after dinner.
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