There is something rather magic about sheds, especially old sheds; they have a particular smell, maybe it is the creosote they have been painted with, maybe it is just the wood. In ‘The Double Act’, Dr Herrick takes refuge in a fisherman’s old shed:
He rounded the front of the shed and tried the door. It was only latched and he stepped into the stuffy, warm darkness. There was a pile of old nets, stiff with salt and he tumbled onto them, exhausted. He lay in the utter darkness enveloped in its tarry, fishy smells.
Lois Elsden 
I don’t know about in your neck of the woods, but creosote is now a banned hazardous chemical where I live, and they won’t sell it to irresponsible people like you and me anymore, in case we did crazy dangerous things like painting it on wooden fences. So hang on to your memory of that wonderful smell, it’s unlikely to be something that Rory or Mad will ever experience.
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I think you’re right… I remember a boy in my class liked the smell so much he used to lick creosoted fences! Wonder where he is now, well-preserved and water-proof I should think!
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