My favorite memory of my oldest brother was of his sense of smell.

He could literally smell pizza from a mile away. It was a rare commodity for my parents to buy pizza and when they did they always did it when my oldest brother wasn’t around. He ate a lot and if they bought pizza when he was around my parents would have to buy four or five boxes or he would eat it all. Well one night my mom ordered three boxes of pizza and we ate all but one box which my mom was going to save for our lunches for the next day. Anyway my oldest brother was opening the door and she shoved the pizza box into the dishwasher thinking that would be the last place he would look. Little did we know he had the nose of a bloodhound and he walked straight to the dishwasher and found the pizza. We still laugh about it today.