I live in Wisconsin and am intimately familiar with snow. I can honestly say I’ve never known it to make a sound when it hits the pavement. Sleet, hail and ice make sound, but snow doesn’t IME.
Good God, there’s a word for it. Thanks for improving my vocabulary. 
There used to be a sugar beet processing factory a couple of miles from where I grew up. The smell of cooking sugar beets is fantastic. The whole neighbourhood would be enveloped in the aroma for about six weeks every autumn from early September until late October.
The factory shut down when I was about 16. I didn’t realize it until it wasn’t there anymore - I very strongly associated the smell of sugar beets with the beginning of the school year, the end of summer and the onset of cooler weather and autumn. The lack of that smell in September was disconcerting.
There’s another sugar beet factory about 100 miles south. I happened to be driving through the area last fall as the processing was going on. It had been about 25 years since the plant shut down at home and I had last smelled that distinct smell. A part of my brain took notice. One part of my mind had to assure the other part that I was not supposed to be in school.
The smell of hot roofing tar.
That first blast of aroma you get when you first open a new can of coffee. It never quite smells the same after it’s been exposed to air. I instinctively stick my face into the can and inhale deeply. Sometimes people look at me strangely…"You snort coffee grounds??"
There is most definately a sound. It is a soft, quiet static shhh…a dampening, muffling of all the other street, bird, and sky sounds as well as the actual noise of the settling flakes.
No, that’s not right.
The sound of snow on pavement is the una corda, sostenuto, and sustain.
My sister’s bedroom. She has the bedroom suite from my parents bedroom from when I was a kid. The furniture still has the same distinct smell from 40 years ago.
I like the smell of sawdust from a workshop, (not a chainsaw). If I am walking the neighborhood, and I hear a saw, I make a beeline to the sound so I might get a whiff of the sawdust.
I can ‘picture’ that sound, but to me, that’s the sound of snow falling on snow. That’s the sound I hear when I go outside and it’s snowing fairly heavily, but it’s otherwise very calm out. I wouldn’t associate that with snow falling on bare pavement.
The smell of a new shower curtain.
The smell of hot fresh blacktop, let’s me know that summer has officially begun.
The smell and taste of different rivers.
Some smells I like:
The air in a tire store
A skunk from about a half mile away
The combination of printer’s ink and typewash
Oh- and I like the sound of stepping in snow below 20 F. 'Tis a pleasant squeak-
Oooo, another one I love. Like cigarette smoke, the smell of a skunk just drifting into the air is really nice. I think it’s a combination of the fact that I actually do like the smell (and always have) plus it smells so much like good pot that my brain has a strong association between that smell and a lot of really great times with some really good weed and some really good friends.
Forgot to mention puppy breath. (Is that even odd?)
It reminds me of moths batting against screen windows mixed with a glass of soda slowly going flat as the bubble pop, but YMMV.
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I’m not a fan of winter, but like california jobcase I like the sound a hard crunchy snow (low temp, low humidity days) makes underfoot. And the sound shoes make on pavement the rest of the year too.
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Some days, right before or right after it rains during warm weather, the air is heavy with humidity but there’s also a cool breeze too. I love how that feels on your exposed skin.
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You know how we sometime talk about the thin line between pain and pleasure? Usually that’s within the context of sex, but…sometimes chest congestion straddles that line too. I would never go out of my way to get a cold, but when it’s not bad enough to make you cough repeatedly it sort of kind of feels, well, nice.
True! It feels so good that I’m genuinely surprised that none of the major religious traditions consider it sinful.
Yep. A fair number of people like faint skunk, interestingly. Even non-potheads, even before pot smelled like skunk. I wonder what that’s about?
I was surprised to find when I started a thread about it a few months ago that some people find it disgusting. This astounds me, since I was certain everyone recognized puppy breath as probably the sweetest smell in existence. If it’s possible for a smell to be adorable, puppy breath is it.
Since this is my topic I get to say that so far, this wins for oddest sensory pleasure. I can’t think of anything about congestion that’s pleasant, I’m pretty amazed this works for you. But that’s why I started the thread…we all have our little quirks.
Puppies have a great smell!
Driving through untouched snow actually feels good, especially on unpaved surfaces.
At work, we have a “document control/library” room that contains thousands of old documents, as well as a sizable collection of reference books and old vendor literature. I love the smell of all the old stuff in that room.
I like squeezing moderately hard on my fingernails. I think this may count as oddball. I like it on my toenails, too. If I’m in a situation where I’m feeling a little sleepy and I’m not supposed to actually snooze (work) I will do this for a minute and it sort of wakes me up. (To my fingernails, not my toenails.)
Something about golf on tv is mesmerizing. The sound as the club hits the ball, the clump of dirt from the divot falling back to earth, the muted applause. I’m really disinterested in golf but if my boyfriend is watching it I’ll let it hypnotize me and then fall asleep.
I also love the feeling of digging my thumb nail into a pencil eraser.
The sound of skates on ice.
The smell of an old book.
The sound of metal cleats on cement.