*I used to get carsick when I was a kid. There is no escape from your own --or anyone's-- perfume in a car cabin.
*I generally like amber as a category. I tend to think I ignore it during hours 2 and 3. But I just pretend to ignore it, or ignore it enough. (see above)
*when traveling alone, there's no one to blame but yourself. (see above, plus stands alone)
*you can smell cow manure at any speed
*when I was a kid, a house with its own pond and diving raft seemed to be all that and a bag of chips. Today, I saw two ponds with "narrows" and footbridges over. Footbridge = bag of chips. Pond still desired.
*last time I was on along road trip, Amouage sandalwood attar nearly killed me, then was my happiness. Luckily, I remembered this without recreating the incident.
*you can smell freshly cut grass at most any speed
*tandem trailer trucks make me nervous. Triples scare the bejeezus out of me.
*the Falling Timbers rest stop is still frozen in time. With the addition of the smell of Cinnabon.
*I used to be able to smell a lit cigarette is a passing/passed car. I don't know if I still can, but I do know these days there is always a spot near an entry door where the few, the unrepentant, the smoking crew congregate. And it smells like it used to when you opened the door to my dad's office,
*I may never afford a car that does not have cabin noise.
*tomorrow, I will not challenge the scent gods. The next 450 miles will get a cool iris, thank you very much.