IMR powders. They have a singular distinct smell when fired. I recognize it instantly when I smell it. It smells like hunting to me, from my younger years.
The smell of the ocean after a rainstorm. I've been to the Pacific from San Diego up to Oregon, and the Atlantic from the Gulf all the way around Florida up through Maine. It smells like peace, to me.
When I was in my early 20's, I had a 19-year-old girlfriend who smelled and tasted like strawberries. She was kinky as hell. She HATED wearing panties, and loved wearing skirts. I will never forget her smell.
Horses, Brahma cattle, burnt gunpowder, puppy dogs, mud on a hot muffler, salt air on the gulf, a fishing camp, and even though I despise being cooped up with a smoker I always liked the faint smell of a cigarette from 20 feet away across the deck of a trawler out on the Gulf. I'll think of more.
Patriotism (and religion) is the last refuge of a scoundrel.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Running through the impact site of an Arclight mission on a few companies of NVA. The smell of victory is not always sweet. Bomb damage assessment missions were the worst.
mike r
Don't wish it were easier Wish you were better
Stab them in the taint, you can't put a tourniquet on that. Craig Douglas ECQC
smell of the ocean and the sound of sea gulls when you wake up early in the morning on the sand.
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
Okay........so I'm not fahqin' crazy. I tell people they smell like cucumbers or broken watermelon rind, especially when you run over them on the road on a warm rainy night.
They look at me like I have a big cyclops eye in my forehead.
Okay........so I'm not fahqin' crazy. I tell people they smell like cucumbers or broken watermelon rind, especially when you run over them on the road on a warm rainy night.
They look at me like I have a big cyclops eye in my forehead.