Ooooh That Smell

JUST WOW.... as I read this I could SMELL the memories
Fresh cut hay made my back hurt
Apples, Beets, Taters....take, me back Great Grannies root cellar
Creosote oozing from heat.... Building cross tie walls... more back hurt.
Wisteria... Making out with the wife at her old job....:love:
 
The exhaust from a jet engine. Have you ever been on a plane and smelled the exhaust from the engines coming through the vents? That smell or odor will never leave my memory. Even though the engines are behind the cockpit, they still find their way onto the flight deck via the vents.

This is one odor we can all do without. The pollutants contained in the exhaust are very harmful and should be avoided. You will most likely smell this odor on startup or while taxiing. It has been proven that the exhaust from planes are adding to the global warming issue. Not good by any means.
 
Camper6 said:
In the good old days. Dentist's offices.

It smelled something like cloves .

It put terror in my heart even now when I smell cloves. That's the bad one.

The good one. The smell of fresh baked bread.

The smell of the air after a heavy lightning storm. Ozone or something. Stimulating.
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yuk ! Dentist always smelt of Gas camper...!!
 
yes a new puppy ruth,
when we bought our golden retriever, aged 7weeks....she smelt of biscuit...🙂🐶🐶
 
Funny, the smells/fumes we've come to love, or did love as a kid, are now known to kill you or at least mess you up.

Growing up, I really enjoyed gas fumes.
Couldn't get enough
Filling stations were heaven

Reminds me of a little story I've posted before
Sorry (use that little scroll feature if it's too long for ya)


When I was about four, five maybe, all I wanted to become was a cop.
Not a Dragnet, Sgt Friday cop, but one that wore the blue, the boots, the service cap, the badge, the…gun…and holster.
OH YEAAAH
Not a doubt in my mind.
Thing is, I was never around cops per se, at least not for a few years.
So all I had for ready reference was the local service station guy. The ‘almost a cop’ guy.
He had a uniform, and if I recall, had some sorta badge.
And he had a service cap. The one with the glossy bill, and high rise front.
Yeah, he was almost a cop.

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I always liked stopping there.



‘Fill’er up?
‘Ethyl?’

He’d get the pump going, cranking the numbers to zero, sticking the nozzle in, flipping the lever, filling the back seat with the glorious aroma of gas fumes of which I breathed deep (couldn’t get enough).

‘Check ‘at oil?’

He lifted the hood and did….something, appearing at the driver’s door, showing Dad the dip stick, resting it in display on a really cool red rag, then tucking that rag in his back pocket. Letting half of it stick out……cool.
Sometimes he’d go to the rack of oil, grab wunna the glass bottles with a stainless steel spout, and pour in a bit of oil.
Then he’d spray the windshield with some sorta soapy liquid, wiping all that off with the magic blue towel until the grime and streaks was totally gone. All the while talking about the weather or the ‘goddamm Yankees’, or Joe Louis.
And he had BO…yeah, real big guy aroma…..wow.
Man, I wanted to be him, only I’d strap on a gun, as that was the only thing his was missing.
What a cool job!
Just doin’ that all day long.
‘Check ‘at oil?’
‘Whuddaya think about them goddamm Yankees?’
tuck
wipe
pump
….kids in the back seat, lookin’ at me in awe…wide eyes ogling my holster…and ivory gun handle….and red rag.

One day me and Dad were headin’ down the road.
Just him and me,
and he sez, ‘Whaddya wanna be when you grow up?’

‘A service station guy!’

Things kinda turned south right then.
Dads.
Go figure.
Whud he do for a living? Work in a warehouse?
Prolly jealous.
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After that, I never shared my true thoughts with him….for years….decades maybe.

Heh, turns out folks rather frown on service stations guys….with guns.

But, hey, if that ever happens……..
 
So many great ones!

My moms shortbread cookies leading up to Christmas
The smell of a freshly cut Christmas tree
I know it's frowned upon today, but back when my kids were babies, Johnson's Baby Powder
Having raised my kids in cloth diapers, opening up a brand new package of rubber pants

And so many more...
 
Bathing my babies when they were little
fresh cutgrass, ofcourse!
honeysuckle
night blooming jasmine
Cottonwood trees
MY Yellowstone River, It's all mine!
lilacs in the mountains
snow, Oh yes,It has a smell.
My late husband's cigars
Pacific Beach, the sand and the ocean
Ponderosa Pine, (one of my favorite)
an iceberg, yes,it has a scent.
Skagway and Dyea, Yes, They had there own smell. I remembered!
buds opening and flowers blooming
dried linens on the clothsline
the scent of a real man, his flesh.
The rain, before a rain and after a rain, or a thunderstorm
wheat fields on a hot day
sitting on a fence watching a Montana rodeo, emmersed in scents, dirt, horse sh--,
Horse hay and oats
Tide and clorox
smokey old bars in Montana where I played pinball as a kid
juicy roast beef and veggies hot from the oven
 
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Gaer said:
Bathing my babies when they were little
fresh cutgrass, ofcourse!
honeysuckle
night blooming jasmine
Cottonwood trees
MY Yellowstone River, It's all mine!
lilacs in the mountains
snow, Oh yes,It has a smell.
My late husband's cigars
Pacific Beach, the sand and the ocean
Ponderosa Pine, (one of my favorite)
an iceberg, yes,it has a scent.
Skagway and Dyea, Yes, They had there own smell. I remembered!
buds opening and flowers blooming
dried linens on the clothsline
the scent of a real man
The rain, before a rain and after a rain, or a thunderstorm
wheat fields on a hot day
sitting on a fence watching a Montana rodeo, emmersed in scents
Horse hay and oats
Tide and clorox
smokey old bars in Montana where I played pinball as a kid
roast beef and veggies hot from the oven
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Wonderful list, Gaer!

You've touched on a few that I remember so well... the scent of my kids freshly bathed when they were babies, line-dried washing (one of my all-time and long-standing favourites), and the combination of Tide and Clorox!

The Tide and Clorox, I remember from the diaper days in our home, and same goes for line-drying. Always hung the diapers to dry on the outdoor clothesline (warmer months of the year). Even today I still regularly line-dry, and nothing compares to making-up a bed with fresh line-dried bedding straight off the line! Absolutely heavenly.
 
When I was around 12, the whole family would be watching TV.
My brother would fart loud just to annoy dad. I'd immediately LOL because I knew what came next:
Our dad would say, "F-----g Pig!"
Then our mom would say to dad: "I don't want to hear those filthy words!"
Then dad would say, "Aw....shut up" followed by more swear words.
Then mom would swear at him in both Hebrew and Arabic.
 
win231 said:
When I was around 12, the whole family would be watching TV.
My brother would fart loud just to annoy dad. I'd immediately LOL because I knew what came next:
Our dad would say, "F-----g Pig!"
Then our mom would say to dad: "I don't want to hear those filthy words!"
Then dad would say, "Aw....shut up" followed by more swear words.
Then mom would swear at him in both Hebrew and Arabic.
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Nothing in my opinion compares to family memories. :)

Thank you for sharing, Win!
 
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win231 said:
When I was around 12, the whole family would be watching TV.
My brother would fart loud just to annoy dad. I'd immediately LOL because I knew what came next:
Our dad would say, "F-----g Pig!"
Then our mom would say to dad: "I don't want to hear those filthy words!"
Then dad would say, "Aw....shut up" followed by more swear words.
Then mom would swear at him in both Hebrew and Arabic.
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Your memories make me sad. But the past is the past and THIS IS NOW! Make your own wonderful memories! I know you will!
 
The smell of a fresh-cut Xmas tree. Every year, my father would fashion a make-shift holder for a tree he cut down, and it would permeate all through our tiny house.

My mother's Evening in Paris perfume that was used very sparingly. We're going way back to the 50's now.

Oddly enough, besides freshly washed sheets being hung on the line .. I liked the smell of the steam iron that was heated on the wood stove, and the "hiss" it made when it hit the water from the "shaker bottle" used to remove wrinkles from the cloth.
 
Pinky said:
The smell of a fresh-cut Xmas tree. Every year, my father would fashion a make-shift holder for a tree he cut down, and it would permeate all through our tiny house.

My mother's Evening in Paris perfume that was used very sparingly. We're going way back to the 50's now.

Oddly enough, besides freshly washed sheets being hung on the line .. I liked the smell of the steam iron that was heated on the wood stove, and the "hiss" it made when it hit the water from the "shaker bottle" used to remove wrinkles from the cloth.
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A lovely post, Pinky! :)
 
Want to add, after I'm done ironing, the spare bedroom smells so heavenly! It's as if the steam and heat from the iron release all of the freshness from the items I'm pressing.
 

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