I can honestly say that over the years one of the great joys I've had in farming is when we needed to dig a hole along side a vine or plant. I just loved to touch and hold the dirt and yes I always inhaled it's aroma. Different parts of my valley indeed had a bit different smell.
But it goes beyond that really, as it always felt a bit primitive.... in a good way. The same holds true with the bins in the garage. I'm always calling my GF out in the evening when I'm turning the soil asking her to come take a wiff.
She just rolls her eyes and shuts the door. Not everyone appreciates the oder of great soil. But she sure liked my fucking beefsteaks this year. Oh well.
But it goes beyond that really, as it always felt a bit primitive.... in a good way. The same holds true with the bins in the garage. I'm always calling my GF out in the evening when I'm turning the soil asking her to come take a wiff.
She just rolls her eyes and shuts the door. Not everyone appreciates the oder of great soil. But she sure liked my fucking beefsteaks this year. Oh well.