Fark is a complex symphony of smells. There's the scent of Maker's Mark spilled on a hot server, stale beer, vodak fumes from the Politics tab. The aroma of unwashed bodies and unlaundered clothes in musty basements. The subtle tang of cheez dust. Some pleasant smells from the Food tab. The odors of farts, unwashed jizz socks, cat pee, and wet dog. Sweat and dead man's balls. A thousand little smells - paper and popcorn, hearth fires and molotov flames, forests and factories - depending on the stories of thr day. And the stench of unbelievable amounts of bullshiat. Bullshiat in news. Bullshiat in politics. Bullshiat we tell each other. Enough bullshiat to drown the whole world.

Fark smells like friends and enemies and family and strangers.

Fark smells like humanity.

Fark smells like community.

Fark smells like the best of things and the worst of things, and like the best and worst of us.

Fark smells like everything you love and everything you hate.

Fark smells like all of this at once.

Fark smells like home.