When I was in grad school, I spent a lot of time in the old UBC main library. It was dark, creepy and had a musty smell. For some reason, the smell always sent me running to the bathroom. It was much better than fibre for keeping me regular. I kid you not. The libary has been re-done and is light and beautiful with lovely art, big windows and comfortable seats. I miss the old scary place.
Telling An Old Book By Its Smell: Aroma Hints At Ways Of Preserving Treasured Documents