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The Gulf of Mexico. I never noticed it growing up, but when I leave and come back it is unforgettable. Smells like home.

Dad's pipe tobacco.

Fired paper shotgun shells.

Ditto fluid on freshly copied test papers.

Black mud at the bottom of a golf course pond where we searched for balls as kids.
Dad's pipe tobacco
Hoppe's #9 and the end of another hunting season

Black powder, wood stove ,fresh cut grass, Iraq, G96, fresh cut hay,hog lot ,Vicks Vapor rub, freshly spread chicken manure, cedar,

Along with Vicks there is Mentholatum. That stuff is still the best for chapped lips.

Smells....

The alert ramp with Dad or when the wind was right.

Baking summer day, fresh ties while waiting for the coal-fired steam special with no cheater power to pound past.

July lightning storms.

The first whiff of hot dirt after winter.

Hay in the barn right after put up.

Cedar in the mill. Pine, too.

Steaks on the grill.

Castrol on race day.

Turtle that's been in a beaver trap for a few days.

Outboard motor exhaust. One of my favorites.

The damp smell of our hunting camp after it was been boarded up and unheated all winter.

An hour and a half in a field ambulance with two burned bodies that we pulled from a crashed T38.

The smells of my first "true love", her hair, her perfume....

Odors, good and bad, bring back good and bad memories.

Wet lab

Swamp muck

A dead guy in the sleeper of a semi, simmering for 8 days in the august heat

Dark-Fired tobacco barns time of the year (citidiots always think they're on fire)

A new puppy

Deer jerky in the dehydrator

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Ehhhhhh, the stank of a sjhitty diaper in a hot car

Smell of a gook girl's puke on a school bus

Tom cat piss

When I go to my sisters house, and she makes the same recipe of lasagna that my mother did, back in the sixties.
For some reason ,my brain is wired ,so that when I smell a certain odor that I haven't smelled in some time, I remember a certain time I smelled it . Not a chronological date, but rather a visual image imprinted in my brain.
Lasagna odor places me in front of the sink, in the kitchen of the house I grew up in.

The smell of a oil burning USN ship.

Years after discharge (1974), I went on the museum cruiser tied up in Buffalo, NY many years ago. The first inhale was like being transported back to the tin can I was on. They smelled exactly the same.

and the smell of my wife.

A speckled trout slick in Galveston's West Bay on an early morning.

I have an original tube of RCBS case lube. Every time I open it it reminds me of the early 70's when I started reloading.

Oh, yeah, or a speck in hand.

Wood smoke from a chimney on the first cold day of fall.

The dust and copper smell of a bobwhite quail.

Hoppes No. 9 when I was a kid in the 60's, It doesn't seem to smell the same now though.

An old Allis Chalmers tractor after it's been working hard.

the smell of the tundra


the smell of the deep woods

coffee brewing


a lil baby fresh out of a bath

The smell of 3031 burned over a dog field in the early Wyoming morning. By the way, 36 grains of the stuff in a Swift case topped off with 55gr V-max is a super mixture.

New car smell of Detroit Iron. Hard to find these days for a number of reasons.