I really, really wish I had a clothesline. My parents had one, and I grew up using it. I miss the smell of line-dried clothes! When DH and I first met, I was living in an apartment and doing laundry at a laundromat, but once in a while if I went home for a weekend, I'd do my laundry there, and when I came back, my clothes all had that fresh-air smell.
A few years later, after we had been married for quite some time, my father had been up visiting and Dh said to me later "He smelled like you used to when we first met!" I think that was when it first dawned on me about that smell - and how much I really do miss it. Sometimes, in the springtime when the weather first starts to get warm enough to spend time outside, but it's still a bit breezy, I notice clothes will pick up that smell after a few hours spent outside. But of course then they aren't clean.
Most of my clothes I don't put in the dryer because I don't want them to shrink. I will drape pants over kitchen or dining room chairs to dry, and shirts and sweaters I hang in the closet in the laundry room.