Smells Like... What?

A series of words I'm too tired to read at this hour smells like zzzzzzzzzzzzzz............................................... 

Vompatti wrote: zzzzzzzzzzzzzz............................................... smells like Zorro handing out signatures.

Tortillas and refried beans with soul cream and salsa that have been sitting out on a buffet in a Mexican restaurant in DesMoines,Iowa smells like old man farts and angry immigrants

A backstage fight between the band and some local roadies at a Rolling Stones gig in Tirana smells of a lawsuit brought on by the union of the roadies that will only get bogged down in the courts due to the monetary resources of the Rolling Stones.

Justice at its finest, complete with bell, book and candle and the Black Cap of Death smells of something left from a long forgotten room buried well beneath a european city.

Vompatti's wombat-burrow somewhere in Finland smells like coffee, chocolate, sweat, dust, old books, new books, relatively new books, unused paintbrushes, unwritten stories, unpredictable white radiators and some other things I'm too shy to talk about.

A typical, though obviously customised and doubtless classy, student residence to be found anywhere in the Western hemisphere on a rainy Tuesday morning smells like a fair enough description.

JUDGEMAN, a level 6 monster smells like justice, topped with a creamy tomato sauce and mixed with retribution.

A chubby french chef servin up some old school crepes smells better than McDonalds

A fictional hamburger restaurant where the food is as great as at McDonalds, but where there are no inexperienced and frankly not very sharp girls who sometimes forget to bring me my Big Mac (oh, and where the customers are elderly people instead of noisy teenagers) smells like Ketchup, Boots No.7 makeup, queues of people waiting to meet Mayor McCheese and dysentry