Ooooo, that smell. Can’t you smell that smell?

Skunk odor began floating into the Rolling Steel Tent. Sigh. But it must not have been very close because it didn’t reach full wretch-inducing intensity.

Then an odd thing happened (odd to me, anyway). My perception of the odor changed. It became sort of… nice, like an earthy spice from some exotic culinary tradition that when blended with an unfamiliar food by skilled chefs creates a dish that’s definitely an acquired taste for most Americans.

I began inhaling deeply and holding my breath to better access the aroma. I was enjoying this new experience.

And skunk scent always triggers a question I’ve had for many years: how do skunks smell to skunks?