My mom used to camp all of the time when she was young. It's what she did for fun on the weekends as a teenager growing up in Washington.
I came home from camping this morning and started saying something to her about how I probably needed to wash my jacket.
"...but I don't really want to because I love the smell of campfire smoke."
"Laura, I used to come home from camping and just smell my clothes afterward. I've always loved it."
About an hour later we were looking through a quilting book. We both agreed on liking this one:
My mom said she liked it because it looked Gaelic.
I said I liked it because it looked like a pixelated atari game from the 80's.
The world may never know.