Cookie, Anyone?

Driving down a back road in Martha's Vineyard with my mom, windows open, a hazy summer afternoon...

"What's that smell?" I asked, suddenly hit by a waft of buttery sweet. "Is it some kind of baked good? Mmm ... like cake, just coming out of the oven. Kinda nutty, too. Almond biscotti!?!"

My mom looked at me oddly.

"Um, no Molly. That's skunk."

"Oh."