There are nights when you’ll come outside and Memphis will smell like the inside of a greasy Frency-fry bag, left clumped up at the foot of a chainlink fence through a rainstorm and then several days of punishing sun.
And then there are nights when you’ll come outside and smell nothing but fresh bread from the Wonder Bread factory.
After a French-fry-bag weekend, tonight was a Wonder Bread night.
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During the summer, at night, the city has this old cheese smell. I think it comes from the river.