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Enjoli

My mind skipped a bit .......to the young scents of youth,

young farm gal in love always smells lovely.


OH the mammories.........

Ford rear diff friction modifier LOL

Yes , the Dryden Pulp Mill


on ourway to Lake Thaddeus...........

Yesterday someone was burning wood in a fireplace or wood burner. Cherry, I think. Reminded me of camping.
Looking forward to next spring in the mountains.

I've experienced some pretty bad odors around El Paso. The west side in the 60s sometimes stunk to high heaven...I don't know what it was but I think it emanated from the old ASARCO plant right on the river.

But after a rain?? That's one of the things I miss most about El Paso. It smells like Creosotebush after a rain, and most El Pasoans enjoy that---especially the ones who move away and miss it.

Nell’s Five and Dime in Columbia Kentucky when I was a kid. It smelled of bubble gum, candy and rubber from toys. The cash register was by the front door and those entry boards were worn down so that the nail heads were a bit proud of the wood and bright and shiny. I wish that I could go back and smell that place. It was obligatory to go there and buy pea shooters before local parades. The smell of that place was everything magical for a kid.

One I forgot, the smell of peat smoke on a chilly morning in a small village in Ireland, just after a long walk through a pasture.

Old70

Bean Switch bottom late night in early winter, leaves in the slough give a pungent aroma unlike anywhere else I have ever been, listening to Old Crook start cold, heat up then tree, walking in dodging Cyprus knees to shoot out the bandit with the men. I go back every year to stand on the borrow ditch and breath deep, wear my Grand Pa's old Greenbrier coat for effect.

smells like dog crap

Visiting the home of my Italian grandparents. They owned a small apartment building, lived in one apartment, and rented two others out. When we'd arrive and enter the door leading to the main hallway and stairway, you could immediately smell what they had been cooking. Smelled great.

Also the smell of the diesel engines on the fishing boats that my dad would take me on to go fishing off Long Island. I always enjoyed that.

Also the smells of my Southern grandma's cooking (they lived in western Virginia), mainly breakfast, which was always special. The smells of patty sausages and bacon on the cast iron skillet, and fresh brewed coffee, every single morning.

the stove

my first gf's perfume

fresh baked bread

Summer meadow after a brief rain

coffee

Barn full of alfalfa the next morning.
Climbing into a silo to even out yesterday's corn silage.
A 2 stroke Detroit starting on a cold morning.
Lifts of fresh sawn oak.

3 of us crammed into an old Datsun riding out of the woods after
a summers day logging.

Chainsaws, sawdust, oil, mixed gas.


Some would find a few objectionable.
But the smells link to people, places and times.

Mom canning in the summer.
Pickles, catchup,
Mixed vegetables in the fall.

Those are good ones. Don't smell them cooking anymore,
But I can occasionally swipe some.

Yep, that too. Halston. First kiss. I don't think my feet touched the ground till hours afterwards. I just floated around.

Our little burb was lucky enough to have a large pig farm on the edge of town for years.

A west wind painted the town with pig shlt perfume......

The smell of bacon frying coming from Grandma's kitchen, and the smell of a freshly lit pipe from Grandpa's rocking chair.

Apple pie in the oven, reminds me of Holidays with my parents and grandparents.

A river in the early morning.

The smell of the Schitt River as you crossed the bridge from the main gate at Subic Bay into Olongapo