I have a very poor sense of smell. Lots of things just have a faint or even non-existant odor and that lack of smell is related to how much you enjoy lots of foods. It has been speculated by people that choose to speculate on such things, that my dislike of cheese is related to the fact it has little aroma to me. They jump right past the awful taste:} Anyway, one spice I have always liked is ginger. In nearly any form: candy, mints, cookies, cakes, drinks, Thai food and more. A couple of days ago we were hiking a trail in the rain forest and came across a large grove or bunch or whatever, of wild ginger. It was a delightful smell and I began to appreciate why people’s memories of certain smells are so evocative. It was just brilliant. I would love to live in a grove of ginger. Plus it has a gorgeous flower.