Top down on a balmy summer afternoon, the countryside becomes a smorgasbord of smells and textures.

A certain pleasure is found sitting in a convertible as it snaps through a tight curve nestled between tall pines and accelerates down a straightway bisecting bottom-land hardwoods. Moisture nuzzles against the skin as the forest’s musky smell elicits memories of childhood adventures.

That’s what it is. As youngsters riding bikes or playing in neighborhoods we develop a familiarity with our world that touches all the senses. There are rhythms, cycles — newly turned earth...