RonB

We owned a disused pasture when I was young. Each summer it became overgrown with weeds, brush, and wildflowers, so a man came by to Bush-Hog it almost down to the dirt. The smell of that field being mowed on a hot Midwestern day is indescribable.

Boss Sport evokes that heady mix of fresh vegetation indiscriminately chopped down at the same time, and it's a thing of beauty.