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A couple years ago I was standing about 100 feet behind and downwind of this old jet when they fired the burner.

Some of you guys know well the smell I encountered for the first time in my life. Nothing else quite like it.





As a side note, the pilot radioed back to us that he managed to make 500 mph indicated in that old Vampire.

Hey that's a Vampire !!

Woody,

You are, of course, correct. I do not know what I was thinking.

Thanks for the correction.


As to the original post. I was about five years old when my parents bought me my first pony. I can still remember the sun striking his shiny black coat on a brisk spring day. And I remember burying my nose in the hair on his shoulder and breathing in his horsey scent.

On a decent sunny day in the spring, fifty years later, I might still be caught with my nose buried into the hair on a horses shoulder. It is a clean, fresh, healthy, outdoorsy scent that no citified dude could ever learn to appreciate.

CORDITE

The smell of JP4 exhaust from a pullup dropping a double pointed napalm can x2 on a treeline 100yds in front of you during a bad time. Smells change real fast after that

Davy Brackens buck lure, I just got a whiff of something last week that must have had some vanilla in it.Took me back 35 years.

Cannibal farts are really in a category all their own.

An indelible olfactory memory � huddling over a kerosene lantern in a drafty outhouse on windy winter nights.

Pipe smoke, harvested sugar beets and baked beans remind me of grandpa's house....

A whiff of JP4 makes me strain to hear a T53 struggling...

The smell of cutting fluid in the air takes me back to when it was good to be in manufacturing.....

Diesel smoke and welding fumes bring me to the here and now....

As for paper shotshells freshly fired....I get my fix everytime I step to the trap line, I only load Federal Papers....with Green Dot.

The first bottle of "Tinks" at Tinks house when he lived in northern Virginia.

Doc

That'd be a stench that burned it's way into your memory.

The modern version is taking short breaths in the inhouse, trying not to gag on the combination of me, coupled with those god-awful electric air fresheners that spit semi-liquid ooze.

Yep, fresh paper shotgun shells..
They did have an aroma all their own.

Canvas huntin gear right out of the cellar.

a wet dog drying by the fire.

All smells I miss of autumns past.

Sorghum cooking in a vat.

Grandpa's corn mash cooking behind the barn.

Gut shot mule deer buck.

Pike Oil by J Curtis Grigg on my dad's trapping jacket. He had one pocket that was form fitted and case hardened with that stuff. It was the smell of going on the line with him.

In another pocket there were always a few roll crimped blue paper 16 ga. Peters shells.

That peculair combination of dead minnows and 2-cycle gasoline mix. When my friend's father would take us fishing it seemed like him or someone else at the small dock had always left some minnows in the bucket too long or some fish in the "live"box too long. Mix that with the smell of gas he poured in the tank on top of the old outboard and there you have it. I too can remember the smell of the first .410 paper shell I fired at a flock of starlings in a tree.

Two that stand out:

Grandma's old farmhouse - combination of sawn pine and pine needles, woodsmoke, baked chicken, mothballs, plowed earth.

Hoppe's #9

Testors enamel model paint.

Estes rocket engines.

COX engine fuel.

CIL .22 rimfire ammunition smoke.

Stag gun grease.

Cowpies.

Prairie sage.

"Smells from the past"
(Or things you liked to sniff)


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