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Smells and memory

Darthomas

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Hundred year old barns.... abandoned chicken coops.

The smell of crude oil.
Sickly sweet, with everything still in it.

The smell of steel in the furnace...smells like nosebleed.

Steel being cut off with a grinder brings back that same smell, and it really gets my attention.

Old muscle cars that don't completely burn gasoline...

The strange sweet smell of a hot engine cranking with no spark but trying to diesel itself awake.

Burning leaves like in the old days...

The smell of old canvas tents..

The smell of old outdoor shed fruit and vegetable markets.

The smell of a lightning storm on a summer day when the ozone was real high.

Sitting in grove of Concord grapes.

Flooded engine on a sub zero morning.

May, when the Lilacs start breathing heavily.

Fresh bacon frying.

Indian Head Gasket Shellac.

What smells do you love, and/or miss?
 
Certain perfumes....
Hoppe's No. 9
Cordite
Puppy breath
Strawberry
 
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Lilacs and fresh bread baking at the local Cumberland Farms plant.

What I don't miss is the smell of an old girlfiend's cooch
 
don't love or miss it but when I smell kids paste, like the type used in school years ago, it brings back vividly a day in school where it was rainy and dark and the lights were on ...1st or 2nd grade,maybe earlier, I can picture the round overhead lights with 3 smaller circles and a globe in the center and the nun standing over me from 60 years ago ..weird what just the smell can trigger
 
Almost forgot.
Kroil. Aero Kroil.
The best penetrating oil ever.
The smell of mechanical Success!
I dab some on my jawline sometimes at work, just because that scent makes me feel like I'm WINNING, even if I'm working on a damn electronic problem.
And if a woman don't like it, she's the wrong kind of woman.
 
BBQ! Hey, I'm on the short side of 66 and all that other stuff doesn't matter anymore lol
 
My favorite smell comes from the top of a Jack-a-Lantern when the candle inside starts burning the top. That's the smell of Halloween.
 
A smokehouse curing bacon and hams.
Leaded high test gas, raw and burning.
Smoking tires.
Fresh cut wood.
Mowed hay
Corn silage and molasses feed.
A new car's interior.
 
smell of wood burning in the fireplace
sawdust in the wood shop or in new construction
two stroke engines like our snowmobiles
smell of my golden retriever but not when he's all wet
rubber burning at the track
smell of my dad. remembering as a kid when I could sit on his lap when he came home from work
my wife's perfume
my kids when they were babies
 
There's a certain brand of white lithium grease- might be "Lubriplate" that instantly transports me back to being 13 and taking apart and greasing all the bearings in my first "good" BMX bike.

My wife loves WD40.

Keeper.
 
Barrels of wine fermenting in the basement.
Grappa slowly running from the still.
Killing a hog early in the morning and making salame, sausage and cotichino.

I still make wine and salami, but it's not the same without my dad.
 
It's funny how certain smells will trigger old memories. Cars from the late 40s to the mid 50s have a smell all their own. Whenever I ride in my friends 51 Hudson it takes me back to my childhood and riding in my Dads 48 Chevy.
 
Then sense of smell is the only one of the senses where the subject of the sensing actually touches the brain.
 
I love the smell of a old car sitting in the weeds on a Hot summer day. Open the door and get a Mix of Mouse piss and 40, 50 year old hot Vinyl, plastic smell. Thats the Best.

Pot. The smell of Fresh unburned Bud just is a euphoric smell.
 
A large minnow vat at a bait shop. Live not dead. Me and my dad did a lot of fishing and we always went to a friend of his bait shop & got bait and snacks on the way. I would set and listen to all the old stories and look at the big blues & flat heads brought in by the trout liners in the big vats in the back.
 
Ethyl gasoline back in the sixtys, old grease and oil on farm equipment, Hoppe's #9, and lying in the very back of the station wagon and smelling a can of hams beer that's just been opened with the scent of afresh cigarette and the zippo lighter mixed. Now I can barely smell anything.
 
That smell of The Old Factory engine enamel as it burns off of a brand new 1960's car, and lofts thru the front grill.
 
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