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Our human sense of smell can be a powerful memory trigger at times,I know the ones that take me back how bout you..

Sex Wax
Orange Blossoms
Norell
Santa Ana winds
Pacific Ocean

aqua velva, my dad used it when i was a kid.

Cedar oil
Balsam oil
Burning leaves
Pumpkin pie

White Diamonds perfume mixed with baby powder....

One time a few years back, I opened a box that had contained Christmas items and had been stored in the attic of the house in which I grew up and which had not been opened for years. There was a frame with a panel in the ceiling of the hallway of that house. To access the attic, you lifted the panel and set it to the side. The only thing that we kept up there was the Christmas stuff. Early in December of each year when I was the right size, Dad would lift me up, I would set the panel aside, he would lift me up so that I could pull myself into the attic, I would had down the boxes to him, he would make a remark about just leaving me up there, and then I would lower myself, and he would grab me by the hips, I would replace the panel, and he would lower me to the ground. The attic was always cold and had a clean smell, predominantly of wood and balsam needles that had incorporated themselves into the boxes over the years. When I opened that box, the attic smell hit me like a shot to the face and I was instantly transported back across the years to a simpler time long ago. Thanks for reminding me of it.

I was visiting a friends cabin several years ago during winter. The cabin was in an are with a poor selection of types of wood for the cabin woodstove so to supplement the poor quality wood they bought a load of coal.

When I smelled the coal smoke it triggered some unexplainable memory from long ago. It was as if I had been around that coal smoke before. Strange thing is, I was only about 30 when this happened and I doubt whether I had ever been around a coal fire before since even in '69, when I was born, most folks had long since gone to fuel oil for heating.

Tarweed
Blendzall 2 cycle oil
A certain strippers hair
Freshly tanned furs
A sweaty horse
Spent shotgun shells
Antelope
Puppy breath

Diesel Gas
Brewing Yeast
Gun powder

Adam

That smell of a canvas tent warmed by the sun reminds of camping trips when I was young.

The smell of the desert in the morning after a rare thunder storm is so fresh and clean. That's specially potent after several months of drought.

The smell of a pine forest on a warm summers day is always welcome.

Nothing wakes me up better than the aroma of coffee perking and bacon frying.

KC

Wood smoke
Sunday supper
Saturday's fresh cut grass
Springtime in the South--especially, along the Appalachian Trail.
Horses and the barn
Honeycomb
Atlantic Ocean
Fresh vegetables from our gardens.
Grandfathers Old Spice
My late Grandmother's purse, which always had candy and gum in it.

Are we talking about the smells from my past, as in behind me, directly behind me?

Wet leaves in fall.

Clean wood smoke.

My Mom.

You smelling ingwe's hot breath on your neck?

Smell of boiled coffee, oat meal and toast with the woodsmoke wiff from the cookstove in my Grandma's kitchen, the smell of the gunsmoke from the empty from a single shot 20 gauge on a November morning in a duck blind with my dad, the smell of an overheated gun in other times

Coffee perking on the stove. That is what I woke up to every morning as a kid.
Honeysuckle in bloom. There was a patch on the road bank outside my bedroom.

FlyboyFlem;
I trust this finds you well this fine fall evening sir.

Let's see here, smells from my youth.

Paper shotgun shells and Hoppes No 9. We had a long bird season in Saskatchewan and a short deer season, so if you loved hunting and I certainly did, you chased birds - so I did!

Diesel fuel and oil soaked into the wooden shack Dad used for a fuel storage building. I guess that must be just a farm kid thing, but it triggers good memories for me.

The aroma of fresh cut grain reminds me of our time farming as well.

Christmas goose roasting. We didn't raise turkeys, but had two geese and a gander that would each raise a batch every year. Goose smells different than turkey to me when it's roasting.

Cedar wood being burned in a campfire. Reminds me of the camping trips we've taken to Vancouver Island and the Queen Charlotte Islands. If I can find it, I burn cedar dunnage now when we go camping just to remind me of those trips.

Horse sweat, heck anything in the tack room actually. We had a couple when I was growing up and then we had them for 16 years after we were married. Though we don't currently have any, I still like to wander into the tack room from time to time just because.

Well that's enough from this Canuck. Thanks so much for the thread sir and for triggering a plethora of grand memories this evening.

All the best to you and yours and good luck on any upcoming hunts as well.

Regards,
Dwayne

ewwwwwe.

beer bubbles in my nasal cavity... it burns...

1. Noxema skin cream - My Dad used it after he shaved.
2. Wet Currant bushes in the fall - Many hunting trips with my Dad in Alaska
3. The smell of dust being kicked up by the first raindrops.
4. Old gear lube - My first car, a 1961 Studebaker Lark VIII had a gear lube stain in the rear driver's side floorboard.
5. The smell of a fired .22lr case on a crisp fall morning.

And one that, as much as I want to, I have never been able to rid myself of, the smell of a fresh, violent human death.

Ed

I shoulda known better!!

Those beer bubbles in your nasal cavity might burn too.