The combination of Lagerfeld on me and Chanel No5 on her. LOTS of good memories triggered by that.
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I like the smell of freshly ground coffee, which is odd because I don't drink coffee.
One real turnoff is damp leaves fermenting in the Fall-PHEW !!!
Opening a can of shoe polish takes me back to my Army days when shining boots or low quarters was done daily.
One real turnoff is damp leaves fermenting in the Fall-PHEW !!!
Opening a can of shoe polish takes me back to my Army days when shining boots or low quarters was done daily.
I thought i was the only person in the world like this. I have not drank a 1/2 a cup of coffee combined in my entire life. But I love the smell of coffee.
smoothshooter
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Fresh cut grass or hay - Pulls up Sunday afternoon family rides in the country when I was a boy.
Burning leaves. Can't do that legally around here anymore. Was the only way to dispose of them when I was a boy.
Baking pies - makes me see my grandmother setting 3 or 4 of them on the brown marble topped sideboard to cool.
Cherry pipe tobacco smoke - brings up images of my grandfather sitting in his wing chair marking essays and exams from his students.
Salty smell of a breeze off the ocean - Calls up happy weeks with my family when Ocean City MD was a small town, a big crowd was 25,000 on 4th of July. Now 340,000 is the norm.
The smell of sealing an asphalt parking lot - also calls up Ocean City long ago, when the boardwalk really was a "board" walk and was made of creosoted boards, which had a unique smell in the hot sun.
Coal smoke - calls up my boyhood neighborhood in winter, where almost all the houses were heated with coal, and also the old wooden clapboard WW2 vintage barracks at Ft Jackson and Ft Gordon, where I, a fireman according to the Army, used coal to make hot water all the time, and heat in the winter. I'd bank it up just before lights out so it would last through the night, and run out to the boiler room in my skivvies at 0405 to make it roar so the guys would have hot water in the morning. I never liked it, it made me wheeze, but the occasional smell today is evocative of that time.
A summer thunderstorm - we didn't have A/C, so we'd sit on the front porch, usually on a late afternoon, to enjoy the cooling that came with the rain. It had a special smell from a combination of falling through the hot air after days of 90+ temperatures, it's interaction with the hot streets and sidewalks, and a whiff of ozone from the lightning. Every now and then, a fine mist would waft into the porch across our bare arms and faces, extra sweet smelling, just enough to cool but not wet us. And it was good.
Burning leaves. Can't do that legally around here anymore. Was the only way to dispose of them when I was a boy.
Baking pies - makes me see my grandmother setting 3 or 4 of them on the brown marble topped sideboard to cool.
Cherry pipe tobacco smoke - brings up images of my grandfather sitting in his wing chair marking essays and exams from his students.
Salty smell of a breeze off the ocean - Calls up happy weeks with my family when Ocean City MD was a small town, a big crowd was 25,000 on 4th of July. Now 340,000 is the norm.
The smell of sealing an asphalt parking lot - also calls up Ocean City long ago, when the boardwalk really was a "board" walk and was made of creosoted boards, which had a unique smell in the hot sun.
Coal smoke - calls up my boyhood neighborhood in winter, where almost all the houses were heated with coal, and also the old wooden clapboard WW2 vintage barracks at Ft Jackson and Ft Gordon, where I, a fireman according to the Army, used coal to make hot water all the time, and heat in the winter. I'd bank it up just before lights out so it would last through the night, and run out to the boiler room in my skivvies at 0405 to make it roar so the guys would have hot water in the morning. I never liked it, it made me wheeze, but the occasional smell today is evocative of that time.
A summer thunderstorm - we didn't have A/C, so we'd sit on the front porch, usually on a late afternoon, to enjoy the cooling that came with the rain. It had a special smell from a combination of falling through the hot air after days of 90+ temperatures, it's interaction with the hot streets and sidewalks, and a whiff of ozone from the lightning. Every now and then, a fine mist would waft into the porch across our bare arms and faces, extra sweet smelling, just enough to cool but not wet us. And it was good.
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Not really a coffee drinker. it's probably been a few years since I've had any. But I like the smell of coffee much better than the taste.
I'll second the smell of freshly cut hay. Lots of hay farms near where I live. The Jasmine is in bloom now -- love the smell as I ride through the country in the convertible or on the bike. I also love the smell of a tire store. (Although my son delivered tires for a distributor and had to load his own truck. Only did it for about a year, but he says if he never smells another new tire as long as he lives it will be too soon.)
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AJ
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Lots of smells trigger lots of memories about different things. Most good, some bad. The smell I miss most is : The smell of jet fuel in the early morning when on a flight line. Maybe I am crazy, but that I miss most of everything and the knowing that I can never belong again.............
kimporter
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For me,tobacco after it's been curing in a barn,coal smoke,both bring back good memories,then there's Irish Spring soap,when I was in basic at Ft Knox I think that was the only soap they sold on base,Everyone used it
Smells
Especially if it a paper hull shot shell. I have a few 16 and 20 ga paper hulls that I reload. Can't not take a whiff of them as they're ejected from my over/unders.
The smell of a spent shotgun shell. Conjures up memories of my father, quail and some fine bird dogs.
Especially if it a paper hull shot shell. I have a few 16 and 20 ga paper hulls that I reload. Can't not take a whiff of them as they're ejected from my over/unders.
hemiram
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I have, for better or worse, a super sensitive sense of smell and taste. Many common things that people barely, or claim to barely smell overwhelm me, sometimes in a good way, usually in a bad way.
Good:
1. Oranges. I love them, and the more "potent", the better. I scratch them at the store and smell them, and I can tell if one is bad, good, great, or "floral" (The worst IMHO).
2. Steak or burgers cooking.
3. Donut glaze or almost anything with a lot of sugar in it. The story about the guy getting arrested by the cop thinking donut glaze was meth totally amazed me. I can smell it from 10 feet away, and I can't imagine going through life with a sense of smell so bad I can't tell glaze from meth. Crazy.
4. Fried potatoes, any kind, except for those awful hash browns with the peppers in them.
5. Fireworks and smokeless powder. I love the smell of it.
6. My old dog Gus, who smelled like burnt leaves. I have no clue why.
7. Garlic. No amount is too much.
8. Break Free. I love the smell of it.
Bad, and there are lots of them:
1. Ranch Dressing. The vilest, most disgusting thing on Earth. Runner ups are Tartar Sauce, and Mayo. Mustard is up there too. How someone can say that any of the above "doesn't smell" confuses me. Yikes.
2. Tomatoes and tomatoes in anything. Almost as disgusting as the above stuff is.
3. Most laundry detergent and soap. Obviously, I buy the unscented stuff. I can only take a minute or two in the laundry and soap section of the grocery store before I start clearing my throat and my nose starts running. Most shampoo revolts me too.
4. Coffee. I hate the smell and the taste of it too. I can smell a burning coffeepot two floors up in some buildings. I used to come to work at night, walk in the door, and say to the guy I'm sending home, "Where was/is the burning coffeepot?". Most of the time, they would say, "I don't smell anything!". I would look and always find at least one.
5. Poultry. Don't hate it, but I don't care much for it, and I hate the smell of it baking or broiling. Dislike of it runs in the family. I'm the third generation of it, at least.
6. Air fresheners and Lysol. Like tear gas to me. Those oil air fresheners should be labelled a hazard to your health. Same goes for those pine things you hang from your rear view mirror.
7. Baby poop. Can't take it for long. Maybe if it was my kid, I would be able to tolerate it, but since I don't have kids/grandkids, I can't handle it.
8. Cheese. Hate it, but the smell of like Swiss doesn't bother me, but the stronger ones are horrible. I'm the only person I know of who has never, ever swallowed a bit of pizza. I've spit it out in disgust every time I've tried it. One of my nightmare foods where I've had dreams where I was force fed it.
If I ruled the world, so many things would have the added scents put into them removed.
Good:
1. Oranges. I love them, and the more "potent", the better. I scratch them at the store and smell them, and I can tell if one is bad, good, great, or "floral" (The worst IMHO).
2. Steak or burgers cooking.
3. Donut glaze or almost anything with a lot of sugar in it. The story about the guy getting arrested by the cop thinking donut glaze was meth totally amazed me. I can smell it from 10 feet away, and I can't imagine going through life with a sense of smell so bad I can't tell glaze from meth. Crazy.
4. Fried potatoes, any kind, except for those awful hash browns with the peppers in them.
5. Fireworks and smokeless powder. I love the smell of it.
6. My old dog Gus, who smelled like burnt leaves. I have no clue why.
7. Garlic. No amount is too much.
8. Break Free. I love the smell of it.
Bad, and there are lots of them:
1. Ranch Dressing. The vilest, most disgusting thing on Earth. Runner ups are Tartar Sauce, and Mayo. Mustard is up there too. How someone can say that any of the above "doesn't smell" confuses me. Yikes.
2. Tomatoes and tomatoes in anything. Almost as disgusting as the above stuff is.
3. Most laundry detergent and soap. Obviously, I buy the unscented stuff. I can only take a minute or two in the laundry and soap section of the grocery store before I start clearing my throat and my nose starts running. Most shampoo revolts me too.
4. Coffee. I hate the smell and the taste of it too. I can smell a burning coffeepot two floors up in some buildings. I used to come to work at night, walk in the door, and say to the guy I'm sending home, "Where was/is the burning coffeepot?". Most of the time, they would say, "I don't smell anything!". I would look and always find at least one.
5. Poultry. Don't hate it, but I don't care much for it, and I hate the smell of it baking or broiling. Dislike of it runs in the family. I'm the third generation of it, at least.
6. Air fresheners and Lysol. Like tear gas to me. Those oil air fresheners should be labelled a hazard to your health. Same goes for those pine things you hang from your rear view mirror.
7. Baby poop. Can't take it for long. Maybe if it was my kid, I would be able to tolerate it, but since I don't have kids/grandkids, I can't handle it.
8. Cheese. Hate it, but the smell of like Swiss doesn't bother me, but the stronger ones are horrible. I'm the only person I know of who has never, ever swallowed a bit of pizza. I've spit it out in disgust every time I've tried it. One of my nightmare foods where I've had dreams where I was force fed it.
If I ruled the world, so many things would have the added scents put into them removed.
The smell just before it rains.
Coffee perking.
A steak on the grill.
A rose in bloom.
Driving past a bakery.
Popcorn.
Coffee perking.
A steak on the grill.
A rose in bloom.
Driving past a bakery.
Popcorn.
Chubbo
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Good & bad smells
Memories of Smells
A bakery, in operation.
2stroke racing fuel, containing castor oil burning along with burning tires in a race.
Coffee cake baking in grandma's wood fired kitchen range.
Burning leaves in the fall.
Fresh ground coffee.
Brewing coffee.
Fresh plowed ground.
Fresh mown hay, all the many kinds, especially alfalfa.
Blooming flowers, nearly all kinds, especially roses, honeysuckle, night blooming jasmine.
The smells of baking homemade Christmas cakes, and cookies.
Aromatic pipe smoke.
Coal smoke, from a blacksmith shop, Train, home furnace, power plant, steam engine, potbelly stoves.
Salmon patties baking.
Black razzberry pie baking.
Burned gun powder, black, and smokeless.
Air after a thunderstorm.
Beef Steak, grilling on a charcoal grill.
A sleeping Puppy.
Wine fermenting.
Popcorn poping.
Elder-Blossom Tea brewing.
Sassafras Roots, or tea brewing.
Ocean or Lake Shore.
Sweetcorn in the husk, grilling on charcoal.
Campfires, and their related activities.
Sawed Wood, any kind, fresh cut trees, and seasoned lumber.
A tobacco store.
The combined smells of a fully loaded banquet table.
Odious Smells, such as a full Out House, on a hot day in August, 'Oops', I won't go there, or mention the many terrible, but necessary, smells that accompany our everyday lives.
Chubbo
Memories of Smells
A bakery, in operation.
2stroke racing fuel, containing castor oil burning along with burning tires in a race.
Coffee cake baking in grandma's wood fired kitchen range.
Burning leaves in the fall.
Fresh ground coffee.
Brewing coffee.
Fresh plowed ground.
Fresh mown hay, all the many kinds, especially alfalfa.
Blooming flowers, nearly all kinds, especially roses, honeysuckle, night blooming jasmine.
The smells of baking homemade Christmas cakes, and cookies.
Aromatic pipe smoke.
Coal smoke, from a blacksmith shop, Train, home furnace, power plant, steam engine, potbelly stoves.
Salmon patties baking.
Black razzberry pie baking.
Burned gun powder, black, and smokeless.
Air after a thunderstorm.
Beef Steak, grilling on a charcoal grill.
A sleeping Puppy.
Wine fermenting.
Popcorn poping.
Elder-Blossom Tea brewing.
Sassafras Roots, or tea brewing.
Ocean or Lake Shore.
Sweetcorn in the husk, grilling on charcoal.
Campfires, and their related activities.
Sawed Wood, any kind, fresh cut trees, and seasoned lumber.
A tobacco store.
The combined smells of a fully loaded banquet table.
Odious Smells, such as a full Out House, on a hot day in August, 'Oops', I won't go there, or mention the many terrible, but necessary, smells that accompany our everyday lives.
Chubbo
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