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In Tel Aviv it just happens: you are walking down the street and all the sudden you are hit with the concentrated aroma of the sweetest, most pleasant mix of oranges (with, like, a root beer chaser?). Not an overly, sickly sweet smell like how some New Yorkers complained of that maple syrup smell periodically wafting across the Hudson. No, this is air-freshenery-yet-good, pure delightfulness. And very real. It’s not faint. There’s no – do you smell this? to your friend next to you. No, it’s unmistakeable, and it lasts for random bursts of 4-5 seconds, then you’re through it and it’s gone.
I’ve asked around. Turns out it’s orange blossoms, which are blooming now. I don’t actually see the trees. They are in groves located outside of the city. But their scent gets blown by the breeze and you encounter it randomly about 5-6 times a day. It rules.
This is something that never happens in New York City. The most I can say for New York is that sometimes there isn’t a localized, pungent stench coming from a dumpster. If you’re not passing one of those, then the city smells just fine; neutral. But there’s definitely no “bonus/pleasant” bursts of freshness like this abounding NYC. No, there isn’t.
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