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Helen Rees	Hi Nicey, Hope you are well. Here in Swansea we miss the smell of smoky bacon or roast chicken from the Walker’s crisp factory which sadly closed last year. A fine building it is too. I remember in my youth visiting Haverhill in Suffolk and there was a factory nearby called something like International Flavours and Fragrances. The whole town would smell of whatever they were boiling up that day – I was only there for a few days but I recall variously smelling chocolate, strawberries and roses. All a bit surreal. It must be close to you, maybe you could pop over and check if it’s still there. Or maybe I dreamt it. Mind you, the smell of my childhood is Scotch tape from the 3Ms factory in Gorseinon. Ok it’s not food but I only have to smell a post-it note to be away...sorry I’m rambling now Regards, Helen Rees P.S. Of course I forgot to mention that greatest of Walkers products , the pickled onion monster munch which I think was the last thing they made in Swansea. Now that was a lovely smell.
	Nicey replies: Hello Helen, Yes Haverhill isn't far from us and has a strange looking factory on its ring road, but I didn't notice any strange smells. I of course want to head over there right away and camp on the road side now. To reach you at Swansea via the M4 one has to run the gauntlet of Port Talbot which has its own aroma (Hydrogen Sulphide I assume), probably due to the steel works.
Trina Fitzalan-Howard	Hi Nicey and crew There’s a patch of the A52 on the inner ring road of Nottingham which whiffs of warm pizza and raw tobacco on the way out of town. In ancient days the pizza smell was roasted chicken but they seem to have shut up shop. Trina
	Nicey replies: Hi Trina, Note that for smells on roads to count they need to be strong enough that you can detect them with the windows up in the car and travelling in excess of 40mph.
Ally Beal	Dear Mr. Biscuit and his confectionary associates. I think the 'burnt cake' smell of york that Lizzy Arnott mentioned was probably Jorvik (you can smell that bugger for miles) , or possibly just vikings in general. They didn't have Febreze, you see, hence the lingering odour. Nor, i'm sure, were they accostomed to baking cakes and all that, so therefore they probably would have burnt them. I'm lucky that the town in which i live has a factory baking hot cross buns and like produce, so not only is there a wonderful aroma, but i also get a heads up on when all the easter madness is about to hit ( i'm sure i smelt it in December) Yours and Thor's Ally Beal
Lizzy Arnott	Dear Nicey and Wifey, Unfortunately I've only had bad experiences of cities that smell. The in-laws live in a village just outside Peterborough which has a mushroom factory, and always has that musty smell that I'd usually associate with damp boxes in a loft. But worse than that is York. The hospital, where I occasionally go for work, is close to a chocolate factory (nestle? can't remember) and there's a lot of sugar refining that goes on around there. You'd think that would be a good thing but it's not, it's terrible! To me it just smells of burnt cake, which makes me sad every time I smell it. Lots of (perfectly cooked) cakey love, Lizzy Arnott
	Nicey replies: That'll be the KitKat factory in York. Very evocative and primeval things smells. Sorry that the chocolate factory in York makes you glum.
Chris Rayment	Dear Nicey, in a previous life I worked at the HP factory in Aston, Birmingham which sadly met its end this week, the Ansell’s Brewery was a few yards away, so there was often the heady aroma of beer and brown sauce in the air, I worked in the development kitchen and we worked on all manner of interesting things such as vinegar, baked beans, Worcestershire sauce, Pot Noodles and cooking sauces as well as brown sauce and ketchup. Part of our job was to check out ‘rejected’ stock, and believe me you don’t know the meaning of belly ache until you’ve had to sample one pot from each of 38 pallets of Chicken Curry Pot Noodle rejected by Holland on suspicion of being rancid (they were). One day I had a mishap with half a gallon of boiling brown sauce, I scalded my wrist, but by judicious application of cold water was not scarred, however, my skirt was not so lucky and it ended up covered in the stuff, not surprisingly I got a whole carriage to myself on the train home that day, but I stank so much my mum wouldn’t let me into the house, so I had to get undressed in the garden (it was November) and only then did she notice the HUGE bandage around my left arm. Ahh happy days! Chris Rayment
	Nicey replies: That's all very thrilling reading, tales of baked bean development, rancid pot noodles and brown sauce accidents. Perhaps you could have your own scent made like Sarah Jessica Parker, based on Brown Sauce of course. It would no doubt be alluring to those who like meat pies and chips. Actually the younger members of staff think that not only has Sarah Jessica Parker annoyingly got my initials, but by calling her perfume 'Lovely' she is encroaching upon my parlance too.
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