Yeah I can't, my computer isn't equipped with olfactory plug ins. ;D
Really all I can smell at the moment is me........ and its bad. Kinda like a potato stuffed in a used sock left in a hot truck to drive around all day delivering cleaning supplies (of all ironic things) whilst navigating his 26000 lb vehicle surrounded by throngs of witless denizens traversing paved urban network paths (roads ;)) who don't seem to notice a potato stuffed in a used sock at the wheel of this large white box screaming obceneities at them through puffs of smoke from the ever lit cigarette and coffee container with "extra large" scralled on it in permanent marker, or the array of stick figures drawn by greasy fingers on the side of the white truck doing things that should really only be seen in "Adult Movies"
Unknowingly sparking the ire of this "socked stuffed potato" whose only ambition is to get through his days worth of deliveries so that he can go home and finish the Lightsaber that at the time his unclouded mind had a vision of being brought into reality with some good honest work, a little paint, soldering, and leather working, that maybe this "sock stuffed potato" could accomplish a goal of "building something pretty cool"
Alas, another dream dashed, much like the stick figures that washed from the truck with a flick of a water hose. ;)