Today I steamed broccoli and cauliflower with dinner. I was late getting them going, so we started eating the other meal items first. Unfortunately, I got caught up in serving the kids and realized a minute too late that all the water had steamed out of the pan, mildly burning the bottommost vegetables. Happily, they weren't so bad as to taste terribly burnt, but did have a slight smoky odor.
After dinner, I went into the garage to dispose of a stink bug my wife had trapped under a jar yesterday (yeah, I don't know -- don't ask). I went outside and disposed of the insect that was in the process of releasing his foul odor for the umpteenth time since getting jarred. I took a moment to enjoy the night air before returning inside.
If smells made noise, that would be sound that smacked me in the face as I walked into the garage. It was the smell of burnt broccoli and cauliflower, combined with day old terrified stink bug who recently vacated the garage. You know, I'm glad smells don't make noise, because this one would have woken up the neighbors.