There are certain combinations of sensory stimuli that don’t happen anywhere else. The green you hear about can’t be overstated. It is THAT green! On any given day where there’s a little bit of a chill you’ll smell the turf cooking in someone’s fireplace. The turf, or peat for the curious is, as taken from wikipedia an accumulation of partially decayed vegetation or organic matter that is unique to natural areas called peatlands or mires. There’s nothing like the scent, especially when you’re out on a walk or even nursing a pint. I happen to love it. I’m not alone.