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Rebsie Fairholm

I think for me it's the smell of a seasoned shed. The one I have now has the same smell that I remember from my granddad's shed in the 1970s. It's a difficult scent to describe, sort of a mixture of parched wood and 3-in-1 oil.

---That's wonderful, and maybe there's even a small spill on the floor where the lawnmower sits?!

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