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Post by gato on Nov 19, 2020 6:58:01 GMT -5
A Los Angeles restaurant critic recently created a "personal smell museum" as a way to document her life.
“Every time you notice a smell — fresh bread, your best friend’s house, a wet dog, garlic frying in butter — it means volatile particles in the air have entered your body and, just for a moment, become a part of you,” she said. “There is no sense more intimate, or more complex, which is why recalling your own personal smell memories can be so precise, vivid and even emotional. Your recollections might be one day, or several decades old, but that smell was once a part of you.”
Smells certainly do trigger emotions and memories. A whiff of Coppertone suntan lotion and I'm back at the beach. The tang of Hoppe's No.9 gun oil has me back learning to clean the family .22 rifle with my dad, the scent of a certain perfume takes me back to my high school girlfriend (let's don't tell my wife), the hot tubes in my 1966 Bassman amp remind me of my first band ...
Whatcha got in your own personal smell museum?
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Post by HenryJ on Nov 19, 2020 8:27:43 GMT -5
Certain books smell like the books in my first grade classroom. Sometimes, coffee brewed in a place reminds me of a bookstore.
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Post by ninworks on Nov 19, 2020 8:39:50 GMT -5
The smell of popcorn always reminds me of the rainy days of my childhood. My mom used to make popcorn on rainy days to keep us indoors and out of her hair.
The smell of hot tubes and Hammond oil reminds me of going down the street as a kid with my buddy to see a band of older guys rehearse in their garage. I still love that smell.
The smell of freshly cut alfalfa reminds me of my grandparent's farm when I was a kid just after grandpa had cut the fields for cattle feed.
A freshly cut lawn aroma reminds me of mowing yards when I was a kid.
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Post by gato on Nov 19, 2020 10:03:53 GMT -5
There are certain smells (and sounds) that remind me of sharing a room with my older brother when we were growing up.
Unlike being in an elevator, there was never any doubt about the source of the "fragrance of flatulence" that was a constant companion.
That and the odor of paint and glue from his never-ending building of plastic car models.
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Post by Ricketi on Nov 19, 2020 10:14:49 GMT -5
The smell of a wood fire reminds me of my grandparents house. They had 2 potbelly stoves to heat their home. Brings back great memories from my childhood.
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Post by Seldom Seen on Nov 19, 2020 10:37:00 GMT -5
Two come to mind:
The aroma of fresh-baked bread takes me back to my mother’s kitchen. Walking home from elementary school and being greeted by that loveliness makes me smile every time.
Gun powder and silicone lube/protectant take me back to pheasant and big game hunting with my father and grandfather.
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Post by Mfitz804 on Nov 19, 2020 12:33:13 GMT -5
I invest in all sorts of products so that I do not have a personal smell.
The smell of fallen leaves reminds me of my one grandmother, who had a timeshare in the Poconos we'd all go to annually. We still have the timeshare and the smell still reminds me of it and her.
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Post by LTB on Nov 19, 2020 13:45:14 GMT -5
Heavensent perfume reminds me of a girlfriend years ago. But haven't smelled that in a long time. Probably a good thing LOL  Used to love going by Mrs. Baird's bakery in Ft. Worth and smelling the fresh bread Used to love the smell of those tests they used to make in the early 1960's using I believe it was a Mimeograph machine. |
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Post by dlxrev on Nov 19, 2020 21:57:51 GMT -5
I agree with LTB on the mimeograph machine.
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Post by Bronx on Nov 20, 2020 9:12:51 GMT -5
I still remember the smell of opening my lunchbox in grade school.
I bought some incense at a dollar store that smells like my mother did when she came home from a night at bingo in the 1960s; a combination of perfume and cigarette smoke.
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Post by rickyguitar on Nov 22, 2020 14:57:43 GMT -5
The smell of a pine fire always takes me home. We had 2 fireplaces, 1 upstairs 1 down. We would have in the winter, being Colorado it was always pine. Oak fire, on the other hand makes me think of our house in MN. Never burned oak before we moved there.
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Post by RufusTeleStrat on Nov 22, 2020 15:39:35 GMT -5
Old wool carpets smell reminds me of my Grandmothers house. It had those thin board wood floors with that wool carpet that was tacked down all around but left about 4-6 inch border of wood. That and vicks vaporub.
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Post by HenryJ on Nov 23, 2020 10:25:58 GMT -5
Sometimes fresh paint reminds me of vacation Bible school and the projects we made.
Once, I was fertilizing the lawn with liquid fertilizer, and the smell reminded my of our first child's wet cloth diapers. (It wasn't long before he was in pampers.)
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