The Smells of Summer

I have the distinct pleasure of working in Harlem in the summer. The thing that really sets it all off nicely, not the fat Spanish guys in tank tops, is the smell. Because Harlem is a (cough,cough) under-served neighborhood, the trash usually forms into a nice living sculpture. And, with the heat languishing at the stately 170 degrees its been for the past few weeks, the garbage is fermenting on schedule.
The mix of Chinese, chicken, and fast food, mixed with diapers, old milk, and other garbage stand-bys has made this a summer my olfactory senses could not have imagined.
Whiff it, it's the smell of summer.