11-10-2008, 10:07 AM
I lived across the road from a cane field mauka from Waipahu back in the '80's where, across the field was a sugar mill. The cane burning didn't bother me. The mill...another story. When the wind was just right, that mill put forth an aroma that I remember to this day. In the southern states, the aroma of a paper mill is offensive to many. I think of it as "the smell of the South," sort of like creosote and diesel exhaust - ambrosia to a salty old Sailor from his days on the waterfront.
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I don't take offense with the smell of the low tide either.
Aloha
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I don't take offense with the smell of the low tide either.
Aloha