Anaheim’s Signature Scent
I have the special privilege of working pretty close to a copiously stocked horse ranch. On certain days when the wind is just right, it sort of smells like I work in a zoo. If it’s really warm, it’s like being down wind of a compost heap on fire. Mmmm Mmm good!
Also, as an exceptional treat, I work in fairly close proximity to a jam/jelly/juice/candy factory — it’s ConAgra masquerading as Knott’s I believe. Some days, when the Santa Anas pick up the scent, you can smell it at my desk. It smells like orange juice concentrate. Not actual oranges which smell tasty, but the juice-concentrate. It’s all around you, inescapable, like Ryan Seacrest or smog or the plague.
On extra extra special days (like today), you can smell both of these overwhelming odors at the same time. It’s an experience I liken to working at the state fair or a circus. Cotton candy and horse manure all rolled into one. Yummy, with a spoon.
So, what does Orange County smell like to you?
I work on the HB border of Westminster, and often when I leave work at night and the breeze is strong, I can smell the ocean. It’s quite lovely and refreshing, actually. (Honest, no sarcasm.)
Too far from the ocean over here (being on the wrong side of a big hill), but to me Orange County smells like trees. That is a smell, right?