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Between the farmer's silage pile/slurry tank (which are only a quarter mile away!) and the occasional astral dog who identifies him/herself by scent....my life, smell-wise, isn't a bed of roses!
(My own dog smells okay by the way -just as she always did when she lived here.)
But I have smelled beautiful fresh flowers upstairs once when I was decorating a room, and all I could smell physically was overpowering fresh paint and floor varnish. That beautiful sweet scent lingered for a few minutes. It seemed almost to have a touch of humour in it, given the circumstances, and came on the flow of a lovely visit from a dear one.
And sweet Jasmine once in the fields in the middle of a grey day in winter, miles away from any dwellings or people.
I don't recall ever having smelled anything supernatually foul. But I have heard sometimes that can happen with certain 'dense' energies present, or those who don't have our best interests in mind.
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