This is the East Side
We call it home for a reason
I love the smell of chopsaws in the morning.
Smells like victory
Actually, you love the smell of freshly sawn spruce in the morning. The chopsaw itself makes a little ozone that the trained nose might discern, but that spruce… nirvana. Unless, of course, you can cut some pine in your chopsaw or – if you are supremely blessed – black walnut.
Ahh, the smell of pedants in the morning! :)