Granted I had to go all the way across the continent to find them, but out on my run a couple days ago along the Shining Sea bike path in Falmouth I finally found Daucus carota, as opposed to hateful hemlock (Conium maculatum).
Smells strongly of carrot? check.
Stems fuzzy? check.
Compact flower umbels? check.
Leaves once or twice pinnately compound, vs. 3 times? check.
And there’s even a little pink bud in the very center, suggesting a central purple flower is on its way.
But in case you’re curious, no: I didn’t attempt to eat it.