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My theory is the difference between poontang and tooneytang boils down to her wiping direction.

I know this will sound crazy but I always liked the smell of just a tinge of skunk in the cool fall morning air.

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to try to adhere to the spirit of the thread i'll offer the sweet smell of money.

that is, anybody been around a pulp mill in the 70's & 80's?

cooking the pulp flooded the whole community.

and thusly we love the sweet smell.

The first time you gut a deer and bust/cut into the guts, you will never forget that smell.....and you will do your dead level best to never do that again.....
The of BBQ being smoked on pit.
Turnip greens being cooked

The earthy smell of a cornfield always reminds me of summer visits to the Gandparent's farm in NC.

The clean smell of fresh rain, in particular during and right after a thunderstorm. Doesn't remind me of anything specific just always liked it.

It's getting more rare every year, but, the sweet smell of a slightly (or majorly) rich-running (over-gassed) carbureted motor. Typically I "sniff" for it when I see likely V-8 powered cars or trucks from the early 80's and older.

Pipe smoke !

Pipe tabbaco, port oxford cedar arrows, old feed stores. Hoppes 9, a true greasey spoon burger and coffee.

When I was in school, the sound and smell of Mom and Dad's coffee pot percolating before dawn as Dad was getting ready to leave for work.

My dad’s English Leather, my uncle’s Borkum Riff pipe smoke, the grease smell in dad’s tool box, honeysuckle in bloom, sourdough bread in the oven

Sagebrush after a light rain. A fresh cut alfalfa field. A new car.

Napalm in the morning.

The smell of the Pacific Ocean on the way back from that schithole Middle East.

Hot buttered popcorn.

Hot bread just out of the oven . It can be sourdough or regular.

Freshly mowed grass in the Spring time.

The smell of Privit reminds me of Cape Cod when I was a kid.

I'd have to agree with mrfudd on the honeysuckle smell. It brings back memories of Summer when I was a kid.

Old Bill's farts as he pulled Grandads plow.

The earth after a hard rain after a long dry spell.

Visiting my grandparents in Virginia, the smell of grandma making breakfast, bacon, sausage, coffee.

Visiting my Italian grandparents in New York, the smells of Italian cooking. As soon as you entered the apartment building (which they owned and landlorded), you could smell it.