If I were a scratch n' sniff sticker I would smell like the dessert after a rain storm. The dust settled back into the earth. Prickly leaves caresses by the rain drops and small rivulets flowing downhill, destination unknown.
Or maybe I would smell like the seeding room on a planting day. Full of rich earth and dusty plastic and metallic copper of hose water. A smell sharp and round at the same time. Chemicals and decayed soil and things that grow.
If I were a scratch n' sniff sticker I would smell like a bedroom in the morning. Day old sweat and sex and musk. A  The sun bouncing dust off the crumpled sheets, still warm from the bodies pressed against them seconds ago.
I would be a field of wildflowers with insects buzzing headily in the full heat of the day. I would be the back of the hardware store where they keep the leather gloves. I would be a wool sweater, soaked in campfire smoke. I would be a shed full of wood shavings at a well used horse barn. I would be the ocean as the tides rise to reach towards the face of the moon.