I make no secret of the fact that I really like IKEA. In fact, it's about the only retail experience these days that I find the least bit interesting. Simply put, IKEA turns shopping for things into an event. In my case, that would be an event that is worth driving 90 or so minutes to experience two or three times a year. Among the many reasons I enjoy about IKEA? The smell.
The Internet tells me that IKEA smells like cinnamon buns (reference HERE), but I don't buy it. I know the smell of cinnamon buns. I like the smell of cinnamon buns. IKEA does not smell like cinnamon buns.
If I had to describe the smell, it would be something that's a combination of:
- A light cleaning solution/disinfectant of some type
- 3,000 tons of laminate
- The cafeteria, although not a particular food
- Something sweet
- Slightly herbal
- Slightly floral
I could rant on and on about how much I enjoy going to IKEA and why it's a terrific business (including their composting of cafeteria scraps). In fact, over the course of the 11+ years of the blog I probably already have, but I am too un-motivated to check at the moment. I will note though that I do have one IKEA complaint: The don't sell ribs in the cafeteria anymore. When I first went to IKEA, something like a dozen years ago, the cafeteria had ribs that were among the best I have ever had in my entire life. Bar none, I swear. Alas, the ribs are gone, and I have to make do with the Swedish meatballs (which are pretty good).
To end on a high note, some IKEA humor.
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