It's basically like freshly printed paper, but multiplied by 200 (or more!).

Whether it's their soft heads or Frito-y paws, puppies are what happiness smells like.

Smells so good you'll want to eat it. (Note to the curious: It's super salty.)

Mmm, factory-fresh chemicals. Unless you have a Jetta, which smells like crayons.

In the words of Louis CK: "It's a sticky hot bun, and it comes with a little tub of jizzy hot syrup."

This guy knows. Bonus if it's mixed with the tingly scent of diesel in your nostrils.

Speaking of fumes, can we get "gas station" as a room spray?

Not to be huffed, obviously, but merely residually enjoyed when creating Tyra Mail.

A sweeter take on what is usually just a vehicle for salt and butter.

Only on the way down, not the way up.

Would you like a side of family dysfunction with your turkey, potatoes, gravy, and cranberries?

The smell seeps into your clothes and hair so much that you can relive the toasty memories from the night before.

Best smelled next to the aforementioned crackling campfire.

Sounds sticky.

What he said.

Feast your eyes...and nose.

Ever walked into a cowboy-boots store? It's where dreams come true.

Smells like payday.

For maximum enjoyment, light outside of a stinky bathroom.

Pavement has never smelled better.

Few things give off as satisfying an aroma as sterility.

No one cares about you, salad. It's the buttery yeast we're after.

Plus, they make you look badass.

Eau de adorable with a hint of Johnson & Johnson, anyone?

Sorry, all significant others: Mom's cooking will always trump your culinary attempts.

Memories of ferris wheels and sticky fingers.

The only time the odor of swashbucklers will make you nostalgic.

They're half the size of regular horses, so that means they smell twice as good, right?

Sweet and powdery, just like childhood.

Sports and compressed air are what dreams are made of, y'all.

It'll be tough to bottle the scent of wrapping paper and the promise that is Christmas morning, but it can be done.

What does Beyoncé smell like, you ask? Three dozen of the rarest white roses, picked fresh from a bush growing beside a calm stream where a baby deer bathes every night at dusk.