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Nose: you wake in a tent after a night camping. The air is cool and moist. You open the flaps of the tent and survey the detritus from the night before. There are some empty cans and bottles but the main scent carried across the damp air is from the campfire, long gone out. The dew laden grass contributes a moist, organic aroma. Taste: you're sat in your car, in traffic which is worse than usual. You wonder how long these roadworks are going to last. Is there anybody actually working? Eventually you drive past the road laying machine. Sweating, high-vis jacket wearing men are raking the steaming piles of tarmac out before the roller flattens it into a durable crust. Your window is down and the heat haze is tangible. The scent of the fresh road prickles your nose.