Smells Like... What?

A poor excuse to push aside the realities of life in favour of pointless, numbing escapism smells of a Michael Bay movie staring Megan Fox.

An awful piece of garbage, a movie so despicably terrible that it makes Casino Royale seem like a masterpiece, a movie so repellently uninspired that it makes me sick just to think about how dreadful a movie it is (even though I haven't actually seen it) smells of another excuse that Hollywood passes onto us as summer entertainment eventhough we know the truth to be is they make it to keeps teens off the street and out of out hair.

That special time of the month smells like weekend old hogies and a ripe pool party

a wild time with half naked females thrusting their chests in a rally of Girls Gone Wild raves smells like something I'll never experience

The bunker underneath the Bush/Cheney White House smells like grandma's house

Used depends smells of the stage during a Rolling Stones concert.

The sweat of pre-retired sixtysomething old Englishmen intoxicated by the various funny substances used in the Swinging Sixties just before my People Were Happy to Wear Stars in their Hair smells like a Beltane Hop gone horribly wrong due to the malelovent auspices of bad acid. Man. 

...diseased sky smells of musty endorphins

A men's gym or a scene from a gladiator movie smells like testosterone, jockstraps, leather skirts, the gladius and, frankly, a scene I'd rather avoid

A disgusting yet strangely enthralling event I'd be too shy to attend smells like a signature celebrating the sale of both copies of a certain work, one to the perpetrator's father and one to his mother