Different parts of towns have their one unique aroma. In old travel articles before jets, it was a consistent statement that when arriving in Honolulu, the scent of flowering trees and warm breezes would greet you . . . now it's mostly Jet-A fumes as you walk the open concourse to baggage claims.

There are still many "floral" scented areas despite industrialization. Madame Pele shares her sulfur laced perfume when the tradewinds are replaced by southern breezes and the volcanic smoke, called vog, blankets the state.