Most people think I am very strange when I complain about oranges being peeled in my general vicinity and then swoon over freshly squeezed OJ, its great not to feel like a freak.
The smell of fresh OJ is always associated for me with the smell of hot-just-dropped-off-by the boulangerie croissants, due to my 7am shift when I worked in a hotel in Paris. Hope to recreate the smell (but not the hour!) next weekend!