"Good smell" vexes New Yorkers.

It's called Febreeze, people.

But seriously, folks . . .

This reminds me of one time I was driving at night from Sturkie, Arkansas, to Moody, Missouri, to buy lottery tickets. The road is full of dips and rises. In one of the dips was this thick fog, which is not uncommon in those parts on cool nights.

What was unusual was the smell. It wasn't just a faint whiff; it was an almost overpowering stench.

And the only thing I can compare to what it smelled like was burning cotton candy.

This was several years before meth took hold in the Ozarks, so I don't think it was due to someone cooking nearby.