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Smells and sounds that bring back "good" memories
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Fresh cut grass, popcorn and bacon frying
KKECK5
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There was no better smell as a kids as........' mimeograph ink ' from school.....I always volunteered to run the machine....
KKECK5
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thanks that was great.......wish I could smell it once more..
Benchrest1
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The smell of the inside of a new car. Walking into a bicycle shop is the smell of all the tires, love it.
hemiram
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Bacon and pancakes cooking when I woke up as a little kid.
The horrible smell of rear end lube.
Popcorn that I make. Not that (IMHO) awful movie popcorn.
Fried rice from the place we ate at all the time from when I was 2 weeks old. It closed up and I looked and looked for a place that made it the same way for years. Some were close, but it wasn't right. I finally hit the right spot and it turned out the owner/chef had worked at the old place for a couple of years starting out, and the recipie he used was almost identical to the original one from 1956. Just smelling it in my car when I pick it up brings back all kinds of memories of going out to eat. Most of them good, but one that keeps coming back is my dad rolling the dice and eating liver and onions, which had about a 50/50 chance of him getting gout the next morning. The look on my mom's face while she watched him eat it was priceless.
The horrible smell of rear end lube.
Popcorn that I make. Not that (IMHO) awful movie popcorn.
Fried rice from the place we ate at all the time from when I was 2 weeks old. It closed up and I looked and looked for a place that made it the same way for years. Some were close, but it wasn't right. I finally hit the right spot and it turned out the owner/chef had worked at the old place for a couple of years starting out, and the recipie he used was almost identical to the original one from 1956. Just smelling it in my car when I pick it up brings back all kinds of memories of going out to eat. Most of them good, but one that keeps coming back is my dad rolling the dice and eating liver and onions, which had about a 50/50 chance of him getting gout the next morning. The look on my mom's face while she watched him eat it was priceless.
Fresh cut grass and the smell of the Allegheny River near Tidioute, PA, where my uncle's camp was. We went to his camp until I turned around 6 when Dad bought ours over in Crawford County. Back then we could walk right out into the river; that was before the Kinzua Dam was built. That along with the pine trees in the yard. Any of those smells, alone or mixed, brings back memories of the camp and everything associated with it. Also, that song Wooden Heart, Joe Dowell's version, I heard for the first time up there. Strange...
My first "real" girlfriend would write me love letters that she sprayed with Avon perfume. I was eighteen and living out west.
I will never forget that fragrance. To this day, that aroma makes my knees get weak and wobble.
I won't even mention her strawberry flavored lipstick.
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I will never forget that fragrance. To this day, that aroma makes my knees get weak and wobble.
I won't even mention her strawberry flavored lipstick.
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Cleandean
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My Grandfather's Parodi's & my Uncle's D'Nobli cigars.
Their favorite alcohol drinks of the time period. Homemade Italian Red Wine. Might try that tomorrow ( albeit , a different wine) .
mckenney99
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The smell of bacon and/or sausage frying in the morning.
My dad was a huge believer in breakfast and he would eat 3 or 4 eggs every weekday morning with either bacon, sausage, goetta, ham, pork brains, chipped beef or potatoes. The timing for me getting up for school worked out just in time to eat breakfast with my dad before he took off for work.
My dad was a huge believer in breakfast and he would eat 3 or 4 eggs every weekday morning with either bacon, sausage, goetta, ham, pork brains, chipped beef or potatoes. The timing for me getting up for school worked out just in time to eat breakfast with my dad before he took off for work.
CAJUNLAWYER
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The smell pf s chicken coop. Reminds me of when I was a child following my grendfather around as he gathered eggs for breakfast.
Also that mildew smell that was the wash/laundry room on the farm where there was a tin shower stall with the wood slat floors where he and I would clean up before lunch. It was right next to the pump house loaded with mud dobbers.
Thanks for the memories
Also that mildew smell that was the wash/laundry room on the farm where there was a tin shower stall with the wood slat floors where he and I would clean up before lunch. It was right next to the pump house loaded with mud dobbers.
Thanks for the memories
Pine trees in the mountains!
Noticed it for the first time this year earlier in the week.
Always brings back memories of camping and fishing trips to Stockade Lake as a youngster!
Smell of an army surplus green canvas tent, very distinctive!
Surplus kapok life jackets smell. As they were all adult sized they surrounded a young kid!
Noticed it for the first time this year earlier in the week.
Always brings back memories of camping and fishing trips to Stockade Lake as a youngster!
Smell of an army surplus green canvas tent, very distinctive!
Surplus kapok life jackets smell. As they were all adult sized they surrounded a young kid!
Fishinfool
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Once in a while I will hunt pheasant with the shells from an old paper hull box of Remington high brass #6 I have stashed away. The smell of those freshly fired paper hulls reminds me of bird hunts with my father as a youth. He always picked up an empty hull after firing at a bird, and sniffed it, and I got into the same habit. He insisted the paper shells smelled different than the plastic ones, and I agree. It is amazing how something so simple can trigger a flood of good memories.
Larry
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TheHobbyist
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My nanny as a child always, throughout the day, would apply carmex to her lips. That smell will smack me in the head and send me back 30+ years. Good memories. Great person.
dasnake
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For me
Canned tuna
Canned tuna
Ok, this is going to sound weird. While I have other instances of smell and recollection, this is the most vivid and striking example:
Back when I turned 16, my first actual paying job was at Disney World. I'd always been fascinated by the Magic Kingdom and all the rumors of the tunnels that ran under it. Over the next few months, I spent a lot of time down in those tunnels going to and from work, taking out trash, getting stores, etc. One of the coolest aspects was the trash AVAC system. Basically a system of big pneumatic tubes(24" diam, IIRC) that sucked trash from stations all around the MK and deposited it at a central collection point that was over a mile away. What I recollect very vividly is the distinctive smell that permeated throughout the tunnels. It wasn't really a trash smell or really unpleasant at all, it was a mix of the garbage and the deodorizers and very evident, but like I said, not really unpleasant.
Well anyway, after my hitch in the Navy and a couple of year long jobs, I went back to work at the mouse and the first time I walked down into the tunnels in over 10 years, the very same smell hit me and I had an immediate recollection rush through my head of all the great times I had there as a teen working my first job.
Back when I turned 16, my first actual paying job was at Disney World. I'd always been fascinated by the Magic Kingdom and all the rumors of the tunnels that ran under it. Over the next few months, I spent a lot of time down in those tunnels going to and from work, taking out trash, getting stores, etc. One of the coolest aspects was the trash AVAC system. Basically a system of big pneumatic tubes(24" diam, IIRC) that sucked trash from stations all around the MK and deposited it at a central collection point that was over a mile away. What I recollect very vividly is the distinctive smell that permeated throughout the tunnels. It wasn't really a trash smell or really unpleasant at all, it was a mix of the garbage and the deodorizers and very evident, but like I said, not really unpleasant.
Well anyway, after my hitch in the Navy and a couple of year long jobs, I went back to work at the mouse and the first time I walked down into the tunnels in over 10 years, the very same smell hit me and I had an immediate recollection rush through my head of all the great times I had there as a teen working my first job.
Wood smoke. My grandmother cooked on a wood stove year around. To this day when I smell wood smoke I remember those big pans of biscuits in the oven and A&P Bokar coffee perking a mile a minute on the stove.
The earthy smell of a cattle barn on a frosty morning. Ground corn, molasses, aged manure, last summer's hay in the loft and the cows themselves.
Leaded gasoline. Boy did it smell good filling the tank!
The earthy smell of a cattle barn on a frosty morning. Ground corn, molasses, aged manure, last summer's hay in the loft and the cows themselves.
Leaded gasoline. Boy did it smell good filling the tank!
