Sniff This: A Retrospective
Many wonder if Sniff This lives full time at the Dodd farm, or if he has a lair or a cave somewhere and was raised by bears. A certain sect of Falcon Ridge-goers believe that he is the manifestation of all the mischevious thoughts of the whole folk world. Well, the intrepid, award-winning photo-journalists at doylebrau.com were granted unprecedented access to Sniff This’ pre-Falcon Ridge rituals and will be able to put many of these myths to rest. The photo-essay below may not fully explain his ecentric behavior whilst at the festival, but it at least puts it in context…
Sniff This wakes up early on Thursday morning. He has a full day ahead of him, but the thought of returning to the friendly confines of the Dodd farm puts a little bounce in his step.
Rub-a-dub-dub, Sniff This in a tub. This will be his last shower for the next four days. A bathing song makes the job go faster. His favorite is Afternoon Delight, much to the chagrin of his roommate.
On the subway, taking part in the great New York City rat race.
Gotta make the donuts… Only 8 more hours until he can leave for Falcon Ridge. Sniff This Factoid: His co-worker actually fear even the mere threat of the Sniff This smell.
Standing at the Hudson Train Station. His odessy has just begun, as he now must find his way across Columbia County to Dodd’s Farm. Last year he was able to hitch a ride with a weathervane salesman, but this year seems to have him at a disadvantage, being that Dodd’s farm already has a weathervane.
One of the many well kept secrets of Sniff This is that he loves ice cream. He asked for a small, but got a medium instead. Now he’s trying to eat the evidence before the shopkeeper comes over to ask him for the extra quarter.
Take it from Sniff, the bathroom at the X-tra Mart on the corner of 23, and 9H is not worth the trip, despite what it says in the brochure.
Waking up in a tent on Friday morning. The smell has not yet fermented to its full potency.
Watch as the wild Sniff stalks its prey…
Inexcusable.
Saturday afternoon. Looking a bit more like a bloated rock star than usual.
Sunday afternoon. Good god.
If you would like to meet Sniff This, please contact his manager, Patrick, who will arrange a meeting over a couple of servings of cheeseballs.