smoothshooter
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Wood smoke in the air in the evening when the user is burning hickory in their stove
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The rich aroma of black powder at a shoot .Brings memories of family and friends
smoothshooter
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Wonderful as it smells to most men, I am convinced that women are programmed in the womb before they are born to despise the fragrance of Hoppe's #9.
I have had absolutely no success at getting my wife to dab just a little Hoppe's behind her ears on one of our occasional Date Nights.
Creosote bush - the smell of rain in the desert.
chuckie
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I like the smell of a good old campfire, even though the smoke always followed me around. LOL
Good:
The fresh scent after a hard rain.
Mesquite and creosote as the sun goes down over the desert.
Cooking Piccadillo (no hard-shelled critters were harmed)
A good cigar, preferably taken with a a witbier or a tasty rye bourbon
The crisp bite of a -10F wind on a winter morning
Charred maple in the smoker. Tasty whitefish!
Bourbon chicken; bourbon-glazed ham; old-fashioned (yep, there's a pattern. My liver wants a restraining order.)
My ferrets. I miss the carpet sharks. Rainbow Bridge time.
Others:
Crash site odors...JP8 sets off hard-wired flashbacks.
The poo pond aroma at Kandahar (yup, zactly what you think.)
Hoppe's...M-Pro 7 here. Still a Hoppe's product, but not #9.
The fresh scent after a hard rain.
Mesquite and creosote as the sun goes down over the desert.
Cooking Piccadillo (no hard-shelled critters were harmed)
A good cigar, preferably taken with a a witbier or a tasty rye bourbon
The crisp bite of a -10F wind on a winter morning
Charred maple in the smoker. Tasty whitefish!
Bourbon chicken; bourbon-glazed ham; old-fashioned (yep, there's a pattern. My liver wants a restraining order.)
My ferrets. I miss the carpet sharks. Rainbow Bridge time.
Others:
Crash site odors...JP8 sets off hard-wired flashbacks.
The poo pond aroma at Kandahar (yup, zactly what you think.)
Hoppe's...M-Pro 7 here. Still a Hoppe's product, but not #9.
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The smell of burning coal takes me back to my childhood. when I was in elementary school we walked to school and walked home for lunch as well. Several homes in the neighborhood still had coal furnaces and I'll always remember the smell that would hit when we turned off the main road into our valley.
Ogandydancer
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The smell of fresh mown grass or Hay (although I can't tolerate it any more due to allergies) my Grandmothers fresh baked Blackberry cobbler, the tobacco shop called Mr. Dunderbachs, they sold all kinds of aromatic tobaccos and pipes and cigars. The smell after a spring rain. My first sweethearts cologne, don't know what it was called but she wore just enough and it was never too heavy. OH My the thoughts all this bringgs back.
DeathGrip
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I had some orange blossoms on my little tree this last few weeks and they smell like when I was a kid in West Broward riding my dirt bike in the fog.
I love all of the smells in Germany. The bakery, The butcher and even their little grocery stores. I guess the smell of fresh would describe it, no preservatives.
I love the Ocean and hope to always live close.
The Drag strip and Air strip. Real fuel and burnt rubber. Oh Hell Yes!
I love all of the smells in Germany. The bakery, The butcher and even their little grocery stores. I guess the smell of fresh would describe it, no preservatives.
I love the Ocean and hope to always live close.
The Drag strip and Air strip. Real fuel and burnt rubber. Oh Hell Yes!
RobertJ.
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Having both a father who was a logger, and growing up in a logging camp in SE Alaska, for me it's the smell of a nice, fresh clear cut. The fragrance of the combination of wood, oil, and mud is intoxicating.
The smell of burning powder from my late brother's reloads. He'll be gone 18 years this winter, but I still have plenty of his reloads.
Any time I fire them, I smell the smoke, and I think of him.
Any time I fire them, I smell the smoke, and I think of him.
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I hate the smell of cigarette smoke. I think the smell of cigar smoke is particularly vile.
But I like the smell of pipe tobacco. Whenever I smell it I'm reminded of a boss my mom used to have. He ran a print shop. Lots of presses everywhere. As a kid I used to visit my mom there after school. Sometimes I'd hang around and play with transfers (OSHA wouldn't be happy about that nowadays...
). He was nice to me and our family. We lived in a "house" on the second floor of the print shop because of him. He was always smoking a pipe. As soon as I smell pipe tobacco a vivid image of him comes to mind. I can even see him as I type this.
But I like the smell of pipe tobacco. Whenever I smell it I'm reminded of a boss my mom used to have. He ran a print shop. Lots of presses everywhere. As a kid I used to visit my mom there after school. Sometimes I'd hang around and play with transfers (OSHA wouldn't be happy about that nowadays...
). He was nice to me and our family. We lived in a "house" on the second floor of the print shop because of him. He was always smoking a pipe. As soon as I smell pipe tobacco a vivid image of him comes to mind. I can even see him as I type this.
RobertJ.
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Same here. My Uncle Kenny smoked a pipe, and whenever I smell one I think of him.
twodog max
Member
I like the smells of quite a few things but one of my favorites is the smell of woodsmoke on those first days of cold weather each fall. We as well as most neighbors in our rural area heat with wood so it is always out there. It sort of has a soothing effect on me. I can tell what kind of wood they are burning by the smell. Country living!
How could I forget Honeysuckle on a country road in the evening. I smell that and hear The Allman Brothers—Melissa and I know it is summertime in the south.
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, having fun
But, back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa
Mmm, hmm
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same
And no one knows the gypsy's name
And no one hears his lonely sighs
There are no blankets where he lies
Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet Melissa
Mm, hmm
Again, the mornin's come
Again, he's on the run
A sunbeam's shinin' through his hair
Fear not to have a care
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on
Roll on
Crossroads, will you ever let him go?
Lord, Lord
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?
But, I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa
Yes, I know that he won't stay, yeah
Without Melissa
Lord, Lord, it's all the same
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, having fun
But, back home he'll always run
To sweet Melissa
Mmm, hmm
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same
And no one knows the gypsy's name
And no one hears his lonely sighs
There are no blankets where he lies
Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet Melissa
Mm, hmm
Again, the mornin's come
Again, he's on the run
A sunbeam's shinin' through his hair
Fear not to have a care
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on
Roll on
Crossroads, will you ever let him go?
Lord, Lord
Or will you hide the dead man's ghost?
Or will he lie, beneath the clay?
Or will his spirit float away?
But, I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa
Yes, I know that he won't stay, yeah
Without Melissa
Lord, Lord, it's all the same
Being a golfer for many years and living in Florida cutting grass since I was a young kid fresh cut grass would be at the top of the list. Second from my days working at a theater in high school would be popcorn.
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