The excursion started uneventfully, when I detected familiar fumes of gasoline on Delancey Street, but turning onto Eldridge toward Broome I confronted a pungent, intriguing miasma of garlic, cigarette smoke, rotten melon, roasted meat, and plastic. I trailed this scent to further whiffs of steamed dough and menthol outside a massage parlor, then got distracted by a cloud of incense and darted after it in pursuit—directly into the path of an oncoming biker, whom I admittedly hadn’t smelled coming.
— Bianca Bosker takes a Smell Walk in New York City, using Kate McLean's Smelfie Guide to Smell Walking, which you can download here. Read more at The Graphic Designer Who Maps the World’s Cities by Smell at The New York Times.