What whistfulness smells like...

We were driving to Peterborough on Good Friday.
Finally, we were nearing Sherbrooke Street and things were probably beginning to look familiar and exciting to Cole.
He piped up, "I smell something!" (It did smell a bit farmy)
"What do you smell, Cole?" I asked.
"The Easter Bunny!" he exclaimed.
Giggling to each other, Mark and I asked him, "What does the Easter Bunny smell like?"
To which he replied gently, "soft."