Serious comment now, my best ride for scents was one early summer's morning taking eldest daughter to South Wales. About 7:00 am winding along a valley floor in mid-Wales taking in the smells of dew-laden fresh mown grass (from a silage cut?) made it a "great to be alive" day. Helped by the superb road as well and the old faithful Daytona 955i which was performing faultlessly as usual.