I really love the smell of uncooked rice.  Go figure.  I suppose it stems from my kindergarten days.  There was this big bin full of uncooked rice and measuring cups that you could play around in during play time.  I don’t remember what it was for.  Maybe it was supposed to teach us how to read measuring cups, I dunno.  But now that I have a rice cooker,  I smell it every time I open my little tub of rice to make some.

Or it could just be the fact that I think it smells really good.