Now I understand. One of my earliest memories is going to the airport at the weekend, way way way back in a time when any sort of terrorism was confined to "Middle Eastern countries" whose names we hardly knew, going out on the balcony overlooking the apron and smelling the fuel as the aircraft taxied in and out. I fell in love with that smell then, and have always loved it since.
I hate the smell of petrol though. Much sharper. There's just something about jet fuel (kerosene?) - maybe it just awakens those fond memories.
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