I prefer the smell of catnip and parsley, actually.
Burning the stuff reminds me of burning tires, I can smell it from the street from the inside of houses when I walk around at night. It is fun what you can find put out for the garbage pickup on the night before. Heat sinks for electronics projects, containers for books (milk crates), electronic organs.
I find it odd the young adults of my generation found it necessary to do their exploring in the chemical realm. Different geography, different languages, different music, that was exploration enough for me. Flying and boating held a great intellectual attraction, but my propensity to motion sickness ended the flying hobby at my first ride. It took hours to clean the plane out, there were no windows to open.
After retirement I could have sailed around the Carribean or something, but instead I ride around Indiana on a bicycle. Maybe I'll ride the Katy trail in Missouri sometime, but my brother thinks that is an idea not worth responding to. Riding around Bavaria and the Palatinate in the roofless cab of a 5 ton Army truck was a rip, I found. There are trains in Central America where you can ride on the roof; maybe I'll go there in my further adventures. I've ridden the subways and busses around London and Paris, another expensive hobby but one I'd like to try again sometime.