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Melted chocolate.
Reminds me of holding my grandfathers hand as we were walking along the production floor of the chocolate factory. |
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livestock, in particular the smell of donkeys, will always remind me of Tijuana.
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the smell of fresh cut grass still brings me back to two a day football practice
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Every day I drive to work, I pass a sewage facility, it instantly reminds me of the slums of Baghdad.
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Hmmm... Certain pipe tobacco reminds me of when I used to stay with my cousins during the summer as a kid.
White Diamonds perfume reminds me of an old fuckbuddy that was the greatest fuck in the universe. It actually will give me a hardon if I get a good whiff of it. Jasmine in bloom reminds me of my parents old house. Yeah, smell is a very powerful memory trigger. |
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IBTL. Dude WTF. This is a family site.
Well I guess the mods are in bed already. |
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IBTL. Dude WTF. This is a family site. Well I guess the mods are in bed already. Someone's trolling him. Check the crotch fruit thread. Ohh, and IBTB a second time. ETA: Now that that's done: The smell of the handle of a Craftsman screwdriver. The resin that they are made out of is very distinctive and the smell never really goes away. This reminds me of being down in dad's shop. This one is hard to come by nowadays but I collected Star Wars cards as a kit (SWCCG by Decipher and WotC) My little brothers collect them now even after they are out of print and sometimes dad finds unopened booster packs on ebay and gets them one or two for Christmas or a birthday. The smell of those fresh printed cards puts me RIGHT back in the mall with my best friend opening our new packs of cards to see what we got. My fiance's parents house. Specifically the stairwell that leads from the kitchen to the garage. It smells EXACTLY like her room freshman year of college. That year with her was hell as often as we broke up (young and stupid we were) but when times were good between us, it was the most RAW and brutal feeling of happiness I've ever felt. We spent a lot of time sitting in her room with friends. |
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Jet Exhaust....MCRD San Diego. No shit. Jet fuel and burnt rubber. |
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100LL early in the morning and Old Spice will both forever remind me of my Dad. The huge cock above does not.
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The smell of a cold damp morning in the fall. - Reminds me of all the days spent hunting
Old leather and grease - All the surplus arms I bought when I was younger Fresh cut wood - All the times I spent splitting wood Diesel fumes - Reminds me of my first job unloading trucks |
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WTF is up with the pic above?
Jet exhaust and the smell of a freshly fired shotgun shell. |
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Strawberry jam smell. (like some perfumes and such)
Reminds me of decomps. |
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The smell of mustilidae family musk takes me back to trapping with my grandpa and dad
Cow poop, only real country people can say the great memories from smelling poo, but it is there Hoppes #9, sitting around with mom and dad after hunting to clean the guns |
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The smell right after a candle going out reminds me of birthday parties as a kid.
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I was home on leave, first time I'd been back in a while and volunteered to cut the grass. I was standing in the back yard after I was done, letting the breeze cool me off when out of nowhere it carried over the smell of old beer and pretzles. Next thing I knew, thanks to that and the fresh cut grass, I was 6 again at the old Busch Stadium watxhing a Cardinals game with my dad.
Similar effects from other things... Mockingbirds remind me of home, that same house, even though they don't live there anymore. Calls from loons remind me of fishing up in MN with my dad. |
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The smell of pin and fir trees always takes me back to New Hampshire.
The Who's album, "Who's Next," always reminds me of Lord of the Rings. As the album played on an 8 track in the background when I read the book. |
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Actually, if that was a self portrait, I'm quite impressed. |
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The smell of some bar soaps remind me of the receiving stage of boot camp which was over 7 years ago.
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The smell of unwashed TCN students reminds me of time spent working in a mental health unit at the state prison.
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Smell of fresh cut damp grass reminds me of highschool two a days.
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The smell of asphalt just as rain starts to fall. I'm a kidding skateboarding on our street again.
Jet exhaust puts me back on the flight deck. Usually catch it driving by the air station. |
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The smell of the original Jergens lotion instantly reminds me of my grandma. The sounds and smells of Jax (southside) in the wee hours takes me back to my sneakin' out days as a teenager.
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2 stroke smoke reminds me of snowmobiling on the groomed trails thru the pine and birch forests in the Northwoods of WI.
Solvents, especially MIBK and Toluene, remind me of a lacquer factory I worked in after HS.
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Quoted: The smell of the original Jergens lotion instantly reminds me of my grandma. The sounds and smells of Jax (southside) in the wee hours takes me back to my sneakin' out days as a teenager. Good golly, you are not talking about the old paper plant smell? In the morning in Arlington, when the plant odor would drift across the St. Johns your nose hairs would burn! |
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Catching a whiff of certain perfumes still get me even though I haven't seen either of the women they are associated to in a very long time.
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Yesterday I was walking in the alley behind a restaurant and the smell instantly reminded me of my trip to China a few years ago.
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Good: Milsurp canvas, gas, oil, and metal. My first jobs had me working on military vehicles and guns all day and I have a lot of good memories tied up in the smells.
Better: Victoria Secret Love spell... the only woman I've ever loved. Bad: the coppery smell of blood mixed with the tinge of burnt human flesh. I still to this day can't go near BBQ pork with out gagging. |
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The smell and sound of a older diesel firing up on a cold morning , loping untill it winds up and smooths out .
The smell of freshly tilled dirt The smell of 2-4-D The sound of a cotton picker,grain combine or tractor under load The smell of mud All bring me back to my childhood or some point till I was 24 and sold my farm . My neighbor sometimes drives his old pulp wood truck home and when he fires it up on a cold morning Ill sit there and smile , my wife doesnt get it. The smell of an old truck brings me back to my courting years and the fun Ive had in them |
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Meat cooking over wood coals.
The smell of rain coming. Freshly turned dirt behind a tractor. Plastic worms' smell remind me of fishing. Horse sweat and tack. Hoppe's #9 Frying onions. The lubricant on bullets for reloading reminds me of my dad teaching me to use his press. Fresh-cut grass Bull developer (a mixed feed of corn, molasses, cottonseed hulls, and a couple other things) Diesel engine exhaust and axle/bearing grease remind me of my uncle's shop. One more: the smell of welding |
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It's a primary reason that music sells so well.
An odd sound is one guy at work makes Asian tea every morning and stirs his china cup with a tea spoon clinking the cup. Sounds just like the tea cup clinking my mother made when I young. Very odd. |
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Perfumes will remind me of certain women.
On a completely unrelated note, i will never forget the smell of human decomposition. Maybe it's a mental thing, but it smelled different than other animal decomp.. |
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Stagnant marshy smell reminds me of northern Iraq,
Burnt popcorn reminds me of burnt flesh. the local landfill,well that's pretty much the smell of all of Afghanistan. |
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On a completely unrelated note, i will never forget the smell of human decomposition. Maybe it's a mental thing, but it smelled different than other animal decomp.. totally agree... |
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The Sonoran desert after a monsoon rain....specifically, a wet creasote bush The Pacific coast Morning fog moving inland Green chili roasting Burning hide of a branding session Country ham and red eye gravy Nothing like it. Amen. And fresh cut alfalfa. +1 and that stuff we use to get... came in a box |
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Stack gas
Diesel fumes '80s tunes Lumpia, adobo and pancit Sound and smell of the sea |
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A certain smell, kind of like baked goods or biscuits reminds me of KP at Ft Knox during basic.
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Purell hand sanitizer. Back to lining up to go into the chow hall.
There's a certain rubber smell that takes me to my middle school gym. |
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The smell of JP4 or JP5
The sound of a T56 from a C-130 or P3 |
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