I like scents that speak to me,
Of home and hearth and love.
Scents that spell security,
To me are most beloved;
Like the smell of coffee in the morn,
Or fresh baked bread and scones;
Smells that pull at heart strings,
Whene'er your far from home.
I love the smell of crisp, clean air,
After a cleansing rain.
I love the smell of mountain air,
And the forests and the planes.
The flowers in my garden,
Where I spend such happy hours,
And the smell of a nice clean man,
Fresh from his morning shower.