Suddenly, the most delicious smell reached my nostrils. It was the smell of freshly mown grass. Sniffing enthusiastically, like a bull spotting a pretty cow, I ran along until the smell ended just as suddenly as it had started.
But I wasn't complaining, because you don't get free aromatherapy every day!
Oh no, manure!
But then it hit me, right smack in the nose: manure. Some farmer decided to use this sunny to spread some shit.
That certainly didn't qualify as aromatherapy, but it served well as shock therapy!
Woke me right up!