Sydney Festival artist Cat Jones led by the nose to create scents of the city

Sydney smells like chlorine and damp skin. Like sea air and blonde hair, heat and steam, a street protest and Mardi Gras in the rain. Like chalk drawings on a footpath by the beach. Or the fumes of a factory in the suburbs. Like salt mist. Like a women's refuge. Like an ice-cold oyster. Like a casino. Like a rendered brick wall. Like a $3.45 million home with bare kitchen benches and no water views.