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My wife was reading an article about our neighbor NM attempting to ban AR-15 type rifles by singling out gas operated guns.

I was trying to explain gas operation to my wife.

I field stripped my M-1 Garand and explained the gas operation.
( I'm happy to say my wife enjoyed the lesson)

Later I happened to smell my hands. I realized that I love the smell of gun oil, Hoppes #9, linseed oil etc.

I was somewhat loath to wash my hands. :D
 
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You are absolutely right. Those are smells that can quickly take you back to shoots, hunts, and just fond memories of the past.

My daughters have always said they like the smell of Hoppes #9.
 
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It is amazing how smell stimulates memory...the smell of new, unwashed denim still evokes the beginning of the school year for me. We got new blue jeans each year at the start of school. The runner-up on that front is the aroma of freshly sharpened #2 cedar pencil.
 
My wife was reading an article about our neighbor NM attempting to ban AR-15 type rifles by singling out gas operated guns.

I was trying to explain gas operation to my wife.

I field stripped my M-1 Garand and explained the gas operation.
( I'm happy to say my wife enjoyed the lesson)

Later I happened to smell my hands. I realized that I love the smell of gun oil, Hoppes #9, linseed oil etc.

I was somewhat loath to wash my hands. :D

They shoulda make us a candle that smells like that.........incense in the gun room.
 
My wife was reading an article about our neighbor NM attempting to ban AR-15 type rifles by singling out gas operated guns.

I was trying to explain gas operation to my wife.

I field stripped my M-1 Garand and explained the gas operation.
( I'm happy to say my wife enjoyed the lesson)

Later I happened to smell my hands. I realized that I love the smell of gun oil, Hoppes #9, linseed oil etc.

I was somewhat loath to wash my hands. :D

Most women are born with a pre-natal aversion to the smell of Hoppe's #9
 
♫ Woodshops.....

.... tooled leather, machined and oiled metal ♫

♫ black earth and rainstorms (coming and going) ♫

♫ Hoppes #9, BBQ, bacon and onion rings,

coffee brewing, Hennessy, Christmas trees and baking

old canvas tents, Captain Black, good cigars

racetracks and old cars, warm tube electronics

♫ These are a few of my favorite smells ♫


If there's a heaven I hope that's what it smells like. They can keep the hazelnut and lavender. :D
 
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I am very smell sensitive! Love Hoppes 9, BBQ'd ribs, bacon, fresh breads (although I no longer eat any) the old leaded gasoline, leather, treated RR ties, the first few moments of firing a 22 RF.

I can not stand fried food smells, really burnt bread, garlic, cooked fish (BTW I am insane about Sushi - go figure), Ballistol, and some perfumes some women seem to take a bath in. Some of it is so strong I can actually taste it!

I tried Ballistol 2 years ago. Bought 3 bottles and gave them all away 10 minutes after opening the bottle! I know it is supposed to be a good product but how some of you guys can deal with that stench is beyond my comprehension! Grossed me out!
 
White oak being worked.
When I was a little kid, a wonderful, big Irish cop, Mac, lived up the street. He was building a boat in his basement. If his bulkhead was open, he was usually working on the boat, I was always welcome to wander in.
Sometimes he'd take a scrap of word and cut out a little toy on the bandsaw for me. Other times he would get himself a cup of coffee and one of those wonderful 6.5 ounce bottles of Coke. We'd sit on the step and talk about stuff. It was pretty magical. This great big policeman paid attention to this little boy.
The smell of white oak brings me right back there.
Kevin G


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...I have a can of G96 and can only describe the smell as "sweet."
I know that isn't a very good description, but that is the first impression I get when using it. Probably the polar opposite of Ballistol.
 
You scored one with me...

White oak being worked.
When I was a little kid, a wonderful, big Irish cop, Mac, lived up the street. He was building a boat in his basement. If his bulkhead was open, he was usually working on the boat, I was always welcome to wander in.
Sometimes he'd take a scrap of word and cut out a little toy on the bandsaw for me. Other times he would get himself a cup of coffee and one of those wonderful 6.5 ounce bottles of Coke. We'd sit on the step and talk about stuff. It was pretty magical. This great big policeman paid attention to this little boy.
The smell of white oak brings me right back there.
Kevin G


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Not exactly smells, but there was a Coca-Cola bottling plant in my Grandparents town (Denmark, SC) in the 50/60s just down the street from their house. They always had crates of the 6 1/2 oz bottles that would tickle your nose from arm's length from the carbonation. And they were STRONG! Nothing is close to it today. People say that Coke won't dissolve a tooth and today I'm sure it wouldn't, but whoever said that never had one of those little bottles of Coke.
 
Oh! I forgot two of my most favorite smells! The vintage tiny smoke pellets you drop down the smoke stack of Lionel Electric Locomotives and the Ozone smell the transformers produce. I can't believe I forgot those! Ahhhhh!
 

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