You know it strikes me that the English language really is inadequate for the purposes of us pups.
See, our noses have, like, a squillion more scent cells than even the most sensitive human wine taster or perfume developer. So of course we would need more words to describe what we experience.
Take, for example, this bluebell wood in Clumber Park, where Gail and I stopped on our way to Nottingham last weekend.
The aroma was, well, Gail is suggesting words like glorious, exhilarating, intense, fragrant, fresh, powerful.... But none of them even begins to describe what I experienced. You'll just have to imagine it.
The next day Gail drove Human Grandad to a bluebell wood nearby but I wasn't allowed to accompany them. Something to do with "not wanting to subject HGD to a repeat performance of that racket in the car..." (see 26 May Lake District post).
So annoying. Oh how I wish I could have been with them. Especially given that, when Gail was putting HGD to bed that night, he told her he'd had "a lovely day".