Yes, I like to work my wood quite often. I'll show myself out. Seriously, 'shop class' in high school was fun, especially the lessons on working leather & wood. Still have that Mahogany cup rack I made when I was 15. Funny thing is: The finishing room, where wood pieces which had been lacquered were placed to dry & cure, had a huge fan in the ceiling to draw out the flammable vapors. Was a great spot to sneak a smoke during class... just flick the cig up when the teach was coming. He was wise to these things. This one girl, who wasn't supposed to be in there, decided to hide in a stand-alone locker when she realized he was looking for her. He knew, somehow, that she was in there. He gestures, grinning, for us to remain silent. He was a huge bear of a guy. He bear hugs the locker & gives it a good shake. She came stumbling out wondering what the fuck just happened, in such a hurry that she ran right into him. That shit was hilarious.
The smell of different woods as they're being sawed or routed is something I really enjoy, & can conjure memories of when I or someone else has worked that type of wood in the past.