The final sense is smell. It’s one of the earliest ones and often has the greatest kick. What are smells that bring you joy? Please share. My husband was a professional artist who cut his oil paint with clove oil to slow drying. To me, that smells like heaven, even close to 10 years after his passing. The smell of the sea in any weather makes me feel grounded, wild and free. Cut grass, preferably with no poison ivy in it since I am incredibly allergic.