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Oh yeah, My mom was a big believer in that stuff. And Campho Phenique too.

Taint Taint puzzy taint azz just taint

Bob

Mine too,,,, didn't matter whether you had a common cold or Cancer and she'd rub your chest down with Vicks and put you to bed.

And I'd forgotten about Campho Phenique.
Thanks for reminding me.

Just sharing the joy. My Grandma's remedy for damn near everything was a spoon full of sugar with a few (too many) drops of Campho Phenique added to it.

She just disregarded the skull and crossbones on the label since that only applied to weaklings.

I'm still kind of amazed I survived childhood.

Lots of good ones mentioned already.

From this past weekend up north:

the "cabin smell" walking in the door

birch bark and wood just getting started in the stove

a freshly opened spear hole in a northern MN lake

fresh walleye and pike just out of the lake (both very distinctive)

fresh whitefish (smells like cucumber)

fresh snow falling

cedar and balsam trees

raw deer meat and tallow

canning venison (not too good, but distinctive anyways)

a fresh dancy tangerine out of my stocking on Christmas morning....picked one at the grove today and when I stuck
my thumb into it to peel it, it was suddenly Christmas morning and I was a kid again....

that was likely not a yeast infection, but probably a protozoal infection.
Symptoms of yeast infection:
1. Thick white discharge.
2. no noticeable odor.
3. intense itching.

symptoms of trimona vaginalis (protozoal)
1. brownish white discharge.
2. extreme rotten fish smell.
3. itching and pain.

if it has an odor, it is bacterial or protozoal. if the discharge is white and little to no odor, then it's yeast.

This is a pubic service announcement from your message board pharmacist.

The steak fart I let go down by the reloading bench after tonight's back straps. It sure didn't want to let me forget it.

Serious hang time. My a$$ sounded like a truck back firing.....

I think we could have done without that little dissertation.

what the phock, i mean seriously what the phock

Pretty gross...

Medicines..... Vicks vapor rub, Absorbine Jr, bug juice, fresh blood, old blood, blood on clothing... gas gangrene...

Outside- the smell of the desert before sunrise, tumbleweeds, and dirt. The smell of the jungle when it is full on humid,
the crisp smell of pines and snow. My current favorite is the smell of the desert in the middle of summer. Hot, dry and kind of grassy. Tickles the nose if you sniff too hard.

Army canvas be it tents or whatever, it has that smell... takes me back years and years...
Diesel always reminds me of APCs, and warming coffee in the exhaust stack. The smell of the inside of your helmet is never forgotten, and hopefully only done once. The smell of Hoppes #9, the greasy smell of LSA, hot coffee in the morning when there is frost on everything and frigging cold.

My dad loves the smell of bacon and eggs, and even though he is getting on in years, when we go 4 wheeling, I always cook him his bacon and eggs...

Soot, oil and coal smoke. I grew up around coal-fired steam locomotives in England until about age ten. Prob'ly forty years later we're up on Mt Washington in NH, they have a coal-fired railway to the summit.

Forgot I even knew that odor, but took me back instantly.

Yea,,, if the illness didn't kill you the cure would.
Only reason I lived through it was because the old man was a firm believer in the hot toddy.
After mom slathered you up with a gallon on two of Vicks and wrapped you in at least five blankets dad would fix you up a glass of hot water, lemon, and honey with a spoonful of whisky in it and you'd forget all about the stink.

Sweet Little Gal. That I Spent The Last
Summer Of High School With. She Smelled Good Enuff To Eat...

I too was subjected to Vick's as a child, Charlie. Passed down from great grandma, to grandma, to my mom.

But I eventually got big enough to fend them off.........

Not sure it was comforting but a boat has a certain smell.

The sweet smell of a beautiful chubby girl mmmm.

And the 10 day old mom and son decomp call I've been on the last two hours. Young officer said "sarge that's the worst thing I've ever smelt. I replied "you must be new it gets a lot worse than this."

Thank goodness the chubby girl smell snapped me back to reality...

From the farm in my childhood 1940's
Scraping hogs
Plucking chicken feathers after dunking in scalding hot water
Mom
Brookies
Crayons
Maple sugar shanty while sugaring off
Warming my feet and the smell of steaming wet wool socks against the parlor wood stove rim
Hardwood ashes
Neetsfoot oil on the horse harnesses
Attic of the farm house
Iodine on cuts
Fresh cow manure on a frosty morning
The chicken coup (hated that place)
Dill from the pickling crock
The Shires
Hog pen
Vick's
Beaver caster
Pumpkin pie
Potato, eggs, and venison frying together in the morning.
Fresh warm milk while the foam is still in the pail
Nanny, my old goat
Fish worms

The exhaust of a street rod/musclecar running CAM-2.