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Post by freeatlast on Jul 9, 2016 20:17:52 GMT
The scent of dried-outside-on-the-clothesline sheets and towels.
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Post by peano on Jul 9, 2016 20:27:07 GMT
The smell rising from the hot pavement after a summer thunderstorm. Freshly mown grass. Crayola crayons. Wild honeysuckle. The smell of opening a new can of tennis balls. Horses and barns and leather tack. Puppy breath. Chlorine. Coconut suntan oil.
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Post by padresfan619 on Jul 9, 2016 20:51:24 GMT
Second hand smoke and old spice remind me of my grandpa, go figure I had no idea he ever smoked.
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Sue
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Post by Sue on Jul 9, 2016 23:52:42 GMT
The smell of settling dust at the beginning of a summer rain storm, pink hair conditioner... the kind you mixed into a glass of water before pouring it over your hair (I'll finally remember the name laying in bed tonight!), second hand smoke (yuck) because all my relatives smoked when I was a kid, lilacs, raspberries on a cool, damp summer morning.
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Post by hockeyfan06 on Jul 10, 2016 1:48:04 GMT
Lilac trees/bushes, everyone grew them.
Avon lipstick, perfume, etc., friends mom sold Avon and we would get samples.
Cattle slaughterhouse, yeah we lived in a posh neighbourhood, not.
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Post by tallgirl on Jul 10, 2016 1:58:18 GMT
Chanel No. 5, which my mom wore on Saturday nights when she and my dad would go out; and milkweed and lilacs, from the farm I grew up on.
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Post by meridon on Jul 10, 2016 2:14:23 GMT
Noxema mixed with fresh night air! I spent about a month every summer at my grandparents' house out in the country and they didn't have central A/C, so to get ready to go to bed at their house, I would wash my face and get my hair wet and turn on the window fan in the bedroom. I still use Noxema to take my makeup off, but it's not exactly the same smell--something about it mixed with the smell of the night air. Another big one for me is the smell of buttermilk biscuits baking in a gas oven.
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Post by jayfab on Jul 10, 2016 2:27:18 GMT
Playdoh and Wrigleys Spearmint. I still call the gum Chevy gum. Mom worked at a Chevy plant, she smoked and couldn't smoke on the line so she always had Wrigleys Spearmint gum to chew.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2016 4:39:45 GMT
I have a fond smell that I know I will never smell again.
The smell of my Grandparent's garage.
They had a detached garage and while with them in the summer (my sister and I spent our entire summers either with them in Cleveland or with my Aunt, Uncle and Cousins in Dearborn) But I digress...every Saturday morning my sister and I had the task of going to the garage to retrieve the baskets that we then took to the Farmer's Market.
Oh how I hated going to the Farmer's Market at the time.
It dawned on me tonight that the red Fiat was parked in the garage...so my Grandmother sending us out early to get the baskets was not really necessary.
So many things like this as a kid that I wish I had treasured more at the time. Oh what I'd give to have another Saturday trip with my Grandparents to the Farmer's Market.
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Post by MsKnit on Jul 10, 2016 4:44:10 GMT
Oil of Olay reminds me of my grandmother.
My second mom's house has a distinctive smell. I couldn't tell you what it is. To this day, when I walk in her house, that fragrance is a welcome in itself.
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Post by AussieMeg on Jul 10, 2016 4:48:43 GMT
The smell of grapefruit reminds me of my paternal Nanna. We used to visit her 7 hours away in a town known for it's citrus crops. Every night she would cut a grapefruit in half and use a paring knife to cut around the edge and in between each segment. She would then sprinkle sugar over the top. In the morning the sugar had formed a delicious sweet crust. YUM!
The smell of coffee in a thermos reminds me of our long trips to Nanna's house, as Dad used to drink coffee to help keep him alert while driving.
The smell of mushrooms frying in butter reminds me of my maternal Nanna. They had a dairy farm, and we used to pick mushrooms in the paddocks and eat them for breakfast. The smell of cow shit reminds me of my dairy farmer Poppa, in the sweetest possible way!
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Post by cyndijane on Jul 10, 2016 5:07:10 GMT
Tires. When we were little my dad ran a Firestone/Michelin store, and I remember us getting scolded for playing hide and seek around the tire stacks in the back. I tease my BIL that the only reason my sister married him was because he smelled like tires when they first met. (He was a tire salesman when they met.) Hot asphalt reminds me of swimming lessons from when I was probably 4? They had poured fresh asphalt for the parking lot at the pool where we took our lessons.
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Post by scrappintoee on Jul 10, 2016 10:56:25 GMT
My Mom's pot roast, spaghetti sauce, and her extra yummy cheesecake. There was also a delectable coffee cake she ONLY made for Christmas morning. My Dad's pipe smoke (I wonder if anyone smoke pipes anymore?) Old Spice....that crummy gift we gave him everrrry Christmas---LOL! Moth balls----hated that smell !!! Chlorine! As a teen, my friends and I hung out at the pool all summer, and we also swam in the winter at an indoor community pool. I also had a mad crush on a boy on swim and dive team and went to all of our high school's meets!) And I still LOVE the smell of chlorine, and swimming ---one of my happiest places is swimming laps / water aerobic classes at the Y !!!
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Post by sarahbee on Jul 10, 2016 13:48:38 GMT
Tomato plants and burning leaves. My grandma had a garden and a burn barrel in her backyard...in the summer it smelled like tomatoes, and in the fall, burning leaves from the burn barrel.
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Post by YooHoot on Jul 10, 2016 14:00:06 GMT
30 years later and I still use that to remove my makeup. For me it would be: Jergens Original Lotion (almond cherry...mmmm) Ammonia (my mom cleaned with it) Roses (my grandmother's garden) ETA: Playdough Pencils and crayons
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Post by zella on Jul 10, 2016 19:43:53 GMT
Two smells I probably will never smell again, but I can elicit the sense memory, are the bread baking smell from the bread factory and the horrid chemical smell from the ink factory. Luckily the bread smell carried farther, lol! Both factories were close to my maternal grandparents house (SE London/far north Kent).
Brut cologne. My dad wore this sometimes, and used the talcum powder after a bath. I actually hated the smell of the talc because it would feel like it got into my lungs and was choking me.
Old Spice. That was my maternal grandad's scent. He always smelled so clean and good.
Nivea cream. My maternal nan used this a lot, so that smell always reminds me of her.
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Post by quiltz on Jul 10, 2016 22:00:35 GMT
Camay soap, it was what my grandma used to wash with.
Tosca 4711, the perfume that my opa wore.
Fresh dirt, fresh cut grass & the smell of sweat of working outside on the farm.
The smell of fresh strawberries, raspberries & garden vegetables as I picked them.
Chicken manure freshly spread on the fields.
The sweet smell of the wisteria that grew in the corner of our previous home.
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Post by scrappinmom3 on Jul 11, 2016 4:47:38 GMT
Gee your hair smells terrific - I wish they still made it. Rose perfume that was awful that my friend spilled in my bedroom. My best memory however, was the smell of my dad's hair stuff on his pillow when I'd climb into his spot after he left for work.
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Post by katiejane on Jul 11, 2016 6:26:50 GMT
Old rubber smells remind me of the glue we used in class. The bottle had a rubber top. Cologne reminds me of my nan. She was an army wife and travelled alot. In the summer she would be transported back in her mind and tell us stories about those days while sprinkling cologne on her hankie and wrists. Toast reminds me of sunday high tea with all the cousins at nans. Toast and kippers and mugs of sweet tea, and us all squashed up on wooden planks balanced on chairs so we would all fit around the table.
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Post by ladycamaro on Jul 11, 2016 9:03:14 GMT
The ocean. I was born and raised in Orlando, Florida. When we were kids We knew when we were close to the beach when could smell the ocean. It was only about a 30 minute drive but seemed like such a long drive when we were young.
And cigars. Cigars remind me of my dad. Even though he was largely absent from my life, cigars evoke fond memories of him.
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Post by blondiec47 on Jul 11, 2016 10:19:10 GMT
Sense of smell is such a bizarre thing and most attached to memories. My childhood smell is diesel fuel. I was in drum corp and the busses in the parking lot at competions were always running for the AC. Weird
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Post by peasapie on Jul 11, 2016 12:05:46 GMT
Noxema that my grandma used and photo paper. My dad would give us stacks of the old orange Kodak photo paper to draw on. My grandma used Noxema, too. I always think of her when I smell it.
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Post by peasapie on Jul 11, 2016 12:09:42 GMT
Cherry pipe tobacco
Oil from the furnace
Cut grass
Coppertone
Mimeographed paper
Prell (remember the pearl?)
my boyfriend's Brut cologne
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Post by femalebusiness on Jul 11, 2016 15:23:17 GMT
Noxema that my grandma used and photo paper. My dad would give us stacks of the old orange Kodak photo paper to draw on. My grandma used Noxema, too. I always think of her when I smell it. I still have one of the old blue glass jars that belonged to my grandma. It doesn't have Noxema in it anymore. It sits on my vanity and I have safety pins in it.
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Post by peasapie on Jul 11, 2016 18:48:57 GMT
My grandma used Noxema, too. I always think of her when I smell it. I still have one of the old blue glass jars that belonged to my grandma. It doesn't have Noxema in it anymore. It sits on my vanity and I have safety pins in it. I love that. Such a treasure.
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Post by Anita on Jul 11, 2016 18:57:55 GMT
Lilac. There was a bush outside my grandma's house. It smelled wonderful.
Popcorn. My grandparents had card parties every weekend and when I lived with them, I'd make the popcorn for everyone and go watch Saturday evening TV. The association is so strong, that even now when I hear the Golden Girls theme music, I swear I smell popcorn.
I don't know the brand, but shoe leather polish. When my dad polished his old loafers, it meant there was a family dance and we were going out!
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Post by anxiousmom on Jul 11, 2016 19:09:28 GMT
Jergens lotion Ivory dishsoap the ocean ban de soleil (for the st tropez tan!) white shoulders perfume skoal wintergreen Yes! White Shoulders! My sister used to have a container of the scented powder in our shared bedroom and she always smelled like that. First the digression: My mom is on a Marie Kondo inspired purge and is divesting herself of pretty much anything that isn't nailed down. She is driving me nuts because frankly, her aesthetic and mine have always been different and she sees clutter everywhere-even when there isn't because she comes it to hers which make a monk's cell look busy. To the point: As the same time as pointing out 'clutter' in my home she keeps bringing me all kinds of trinkets that she is getting rid of-passing on her 'clutter' to me which I now have to contend with. It is all family stuff, and stuff I want/like/appreciate so I don't mind. But God bless her, she is a contradiction and I adore her, so I just smile and say thank you. More to the point: Recently my mom brought me a teeny tiny silver perfume bottle with my grandmother's monogram. It is about one inch long with the world's teeniest little lid. When you open it, the teeniest little lid has a very slender little dipstick that you dab the perfume on with. I opened it and was immediately reminded of my grandmother because she wore White Shoulders as her every day scent and I guess that little silver flask hadn't been opened in forever because it was perfect, unspoiled perfume. I told my mom-she had never opened it so she didn't know. She and I had lunch the other day and I brought it for her to smell and she had tears in her eyes...she misses her mama still.
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Post by MalleyCat on Jul 11, 2016 21:53:10 GMT
Keri and Nivea lotion because that is what my grandmother used. Ben Gay too. 😉
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Post by deekaye on Jul 11, 2016 22:14:37 GMT
Tires. When we were little my dad ran a Firestone/Michelin store, and I remember us getting scolded for playing hide and seek around the tire stacks in the back. I tease my BIL that the only reason my sister married him was because he smelled like tires when they first met. (He was a tire salesman when they met.) Hot asphalt reminds me of swimming lessons from when I was probably 4? They had poured fresh asphalt for the parking lot at the pool where we took our lessons. Oh gosh, I was sure I'd be the only one who loved the smell of hot asphalt! My dad worked for the State Highway Department and during the summers he'd be gone for long hours. I loved when he would finally come home and no matter how tired he was, he always had time to play... and always smelled like asphalt. I miss my Dad.
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Post by cindosha on Jul 11, 2016 22:24:05 GMT
The smell of Johnson's baby shampoo before they changed the way it originally smelled.
Ivory liquid dish soap before they changed the smell of THAT one.
The smell of paste glue. Elmers I think.
Loves Baby Soft and lemon perfume. I can't remember the brand.
Cindy
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