a few I remember: (+) going into my grandparents house and smelling goetta frying it smelled so good but I couldn't stand Ladies wants real sex Mastic to eat it because of the texture (which is why I probably remember it). That, of course, changed with age. I it now. (+) being about 4-5 and going into the furnace room at my grandparents camp on the river to fill up his stainless steel beer mug with draft beer. I would always sip the foam on the way back, and trust me, at that age it had a lot of foam because one does not know to tilt the mug at that age. (I don't think he minded though). (-) coming home from school and smelling Mule Deer (from Idaho or that vacinity) cooking. My dad would get one every year on a hunting trip and it was very strong/gaming smelling/tasting and we all had to eat it because it was his trophy. Horrible!