"These are the odours in my neighborhood, In my neighbourhood, ...

I finally remembered what else I'd mean to post this afternoon before I got dizzy:

Leaning out my front window, one can be exposed to a range of smells. There are the obvious weather-smells -- "Smells like it's gonna snow|rain, dunnit?" -- and of course the occasional "something is burning" smells -- burning houses smell different from burning factories, and the abandoned paint factory was, unsurprisingly, especially nasty -- and city-smells such as diesel exhaust, fast-food cooking oil, garbage, decomposition, cigarettes (alas), and sometimes the smell of parrafin (which I assume is a variant of diesel exhaust). Then there are the neighbours' cooking smells, which I notice less often than I'd expect, though a warm weather cookout tends to carry a ways (although I don't think of the meat smell as a food signal, it is still reassuring because the cooking-beef scent usually comes after I've already noticed the burning-charcoal odor and started to worry whether one of the neighbouring houses is on fire).

But for forty minutes this afternoon, the air three floors above my street smelled distinctly like apple Pop-Tarts.

That's a new one.