Oh dear Tom. I thought it was clear. The smell of steam trains, in this case goods trains. If you are too young to have smelled it you can get a good idea by travelling on one of the private steam lines that exist. It goes with the noise of the old tracks, now gone because the modern rails are welded together. It went dadededa dadededa.
This unlike the stink of poverty, is a wonderful smell.
God, I can remember the smell of cooking savoy cabbage. That is truly vile. Modern cabbage doesn't smell anything like so bad.
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