My apartment has a smell

After seven nights in hotels, I have come to recognize the distinct scent of my Florentine home. If I were to describe the odor, I would say it smells like overripe fruit. But not in a disconcerting way, like there's something rotting somewhere, its just an oddly sweet yet natural smell.

Now that I have identified this scent, whenever my nose catches a whiff of it, I will think of Via Doni. Just like I can recognize that St. George-y smell of my Grandma Jodie's house.