Funny when I lived in NW Iowa it usually smelled like pigs and cows. That and corn.
ahh the good ole days
When the kiddies used to gripe about the smell on the way to Des Moines or the Quad Cities, I would gently remind them:
“That, my dearies, is the smell of MONEY”.
If you love bacon, you love that smell.
If you love the milk on your cereal(and the cereal itself) you love that smell.
The rare steak you ate last night, the sweet corn on the cob....you better love that smell.
Could go on and on, but you get my point. People are too far removed from the land, and that is a sad fact.