Something seedy, like mustard mashed from far away. A spice. Anise? Haven't smelled fenugreek yet, but something Indian. Just a note of spice. Maybe the smell reminds me of airports? SFO? Or the drawl of air-conditioning units? The carpet that makes you feel important? Port Authority? Boston hotel? Falafels down the street? A bit sour. Funky. The same smell on my second day--the same smell, like burnt or moldy wood. Wood panelling? Tablecloth? Airports and the smell of silence, if there's one. An air of importance, of people with heels clicking.