Smells like a p. pine to me... In '89 I worked on a nature trail the
Forest Service was building. One of the stops was a pine and the
descriptive brochure said it smelled live vanilla so that's the
official story.
While brushing out the trail I came across a hawthorn. I have a
particular distaste for that specie so I fired up the Stihl and cut it
to the roots.
A couple of days later the ranger in charge of the project gave me a
copy of the proposed trail guide. 'Er, Annie, we've got a little problem
with the stop at the hawthorn.' I couldn't find another hawthorn
anywhere near the trail so we skipped that one.
I never understood hawthorn jelly unless the British version has more
taste than the Doughlas hawthorn. Those berries re all seed and no
taste. They're similar enough to service berries to try to ambush me but
I approach carefully checking for thorns.