There is nothing that smells like a homegrown mater...The commercial ones are picked green and hard and later gassed, they have little smell at all and no taste to speak of.
I have memories of hard years when all my mother could come up to make jam out of was a bumper crop of maters. The jam was all that bad, it was not quite on par with Welches grape jam but when your hungry it was OK. The problem with it was that after one trade, nobody wanted to trade me sandwiches at school. That used to be about half the fun of lunch was trading sandwiches...I remember years later on a job site with a bunch of Mexican guys and trading my old tired tuna sandwiches for "exotic" sandwiches that were equally as boring to them, like fried egg, taters and pepper sandwiches on homemade flour tortillas.
I was never a big fan of raw tomatoes but ever now and then used to keep my eye on one or two that were going to be perfect when I got home, walk out with my salt and pepper to eat right there only find them missing. I started blaming the neighbor or some vagrant walking down the alley. Then one day I saw my old dog nosing around in the maters, he walked right over to the ripest mater that I had my eye on and would gently put his mouth on it and pull until it broke free, then he walked away carefully rolling the mater around in his mouth for what seemed like a good 15-30 seconds before his teeth would pop the fruit, then he would chomp it all down...He seemed to enjoy it so much I never took any offense and started picking a mater a little higher on the plant.
A real mans deodorant 
