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2018-08-10 09:16:48 AM  
Baking pumpkin pie. Mmmm, pie.
 
2018-08-10 09:21:17 AM  
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young, but I'm never able to identify where it's coming from

/maybe I'll make a candle out of it
 
2018-08-10 09:29:57 AM  
We lived in Turkey for a couple years when I was a kid, and my parents rented a flat overlooking the Sea of Marmara.  The bottom floor was basically a warehouse for the owner's olive orchard marinating casks.  The patio above it was our "front yard" facing the sea, and the aromas were heavenly.  Black olives marinating, with ocean scent.

I looked the house up on Google Maps street view, and the bottom floor is now a cafe.
 
2018-08-10 09:33:08 AM  

dletter: Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young, but I'm never able to identify where it's coming from

/maybe I'll make a candle out of it


You'll probably only sell one.
 
2018-08-10 09:36:55 AM  
Barnyard.

Fark that smell.
 
2018-08-10 09:39:36 AM  

MrBallou: dletter: Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young, but I'm never able to identify where it's coming from

/maybe I'll make a candle out of it

You'll probably only sell one.


To my brother, I'd guess.
 
2018-08-10 09:47:02 AM  
Military PX/BX's would stock the overflow toys for Christmas sales into the lawn and garden section.  To this day, when I walk into OSH or Home Depot's fertilizer and pesticide section I immediately think of Christmas time.
 
2018-08-10 09:53:29 AM  

Tr0mBoNe: Barnyard.

Fark that smell.


Heh.

When I was stationed in Hawaii, first time I drove up the North Shore on Oahu past the farms up there, and I smelled the manure, I was like "Yeah, this smells like home!".

Home then being rural Washington county, NY.
 
2018-08-10 10:01:23 AM  

dittybopper: Tr0mBoNe: Barnyard.

Fark that smell.

Heh.

When I was stationed in Hawaii, first time I drove up the North Shore on Oahu past the farms up there, and I smelled the manure, I was like "Yeah, this smells like home!".

Home then being rural Washington county, NY.


Yeah... I've literally shoveled shiat for money. Needless to say, I had adequate motivation to go to school and not shovel shiat for a living.
 
2018-08-10 10:09:30 AM  

Tr0mBoNe: Barnyard.

Fark that smell.


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No tolerance for the fragrance of nature....
 
2018-08-10 10:11:24 AM  

Tr0mBoNe: dittybopper: Tr0mBoNe: Barnyard.

Fark that smell.

Heh.

When I was stationed in Hawaii, first time I drove up the North Shore on Oahu past the farms up there, and I smelled the manure, I was like "Yeah, this smells like home!".

Home then being rural Washington county, NY.

Yeah... I've literally shoveled shiat for money. Needless to say, I had adequate motivation to go to school and not shovel shiat for a living.


I did that for a short while when I was a teen.  Builds character.
 
2018-08-10 10:11:52 AM  

dittybopper: Tr0mBoNe: Barnyard.

Fark that smell.

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No tolerance for the fragrance of nature....


It's rare in nature to have that much poop piled in one place at one time.
 
2018-08-10 10:12:13 AM  

markie_farkie: We lived in Turkey for a couple years when I was a kid, and my parents rented a flat overlooking the Sea of Marmara.  The bottom floor was basically a warehouse for the owner's olive orchard marinating casks.  The patio above it was our "front yard" facing the sea, and the aromas were heavenly.  Black olives marinating, with ocean scent.

I looked the house up on Google Maps street view, and the bottom floor is now a cafe.


My earliest memories are from when I was an Air Force brat in Turkey as a three/four year old.  A few years back, I dropped a sugar cube in a cup of tea, and the smell suddenly/surprisingly/magically transported me back to a Turkish tearoom, with rich red tablecloths and wall hangings, and shiny brass table service.  Had completely forgotten about that memory for nearly five decades.
 
2018-08-10 10:15:17 AM  
The smell of mothballs (naphthalene, not lepidopteran testes, you sickos) reminds me of visiting relatives in Philadelphia. Pleasant memories, actually.
 
2018-08-10 10:18:51 AM  
fresh-cut grass.
I farking HATED having to mow the lawn as a kid when the Old Man would tell me to,
but now I love it.  put some earbuds in, lose yourself, and it's a nice 45 min walk/workout/zen thing
 
2018-08-10 10:19:39 AM  

aaronx: The smell of mothballs (naphthalene, not lepidopteran testes, you sickos) reminds me of visiting relatives in Philadelphia. Pleasant memories, actually.


Yep...I love that smell. My grandparents used them so everytime we would visit for the week the sheets smelled like that. To me it just smelled great like my grandparents house. It was years later that I found out most people think that smell is terrible. I am still transported back to their place anytime I smell mothballs....which is a funny sentence. Not lepidoperan testes, you sickos!
 
2018-08-10 10:23:24 AM  
Stale cat piss.
 
2018-08-10 10:25:44 AM  

Ker_Thwap: magically transported


I left that part off my original comment.. I was going to say that every time I walk by the olive bar at the grocery store, and get a good whiff, It takes me a few seconds to realize I'm still standing in a grocery store, and not our old front porch/balcony.
 
2018-08-10 10:31:13 AM  

Ker_Thwap: markie_farkie: We lived in Turkey for a couple years when I was a kid, and my parents rented a flat overlooking the Sea of Marmara.  The bottom floor was basically a warehouse for the owner's olive orchard marinating casks.  The patio above it was our "front yard" facing the sea, and the aromas were heavenly.  Black olives marinating, with ocean scent.

I looked the house up on Google Maps street view, and the bottom floor is now a cafe.

My earliest memories are from when I was an Air Force brat in Turkey as a three/four year old.  A few years back, I dropped a sugar cube in a cup of tea, and the smell suddenly/surprisingly/magically transported me back to a Turkish tearoom, with rich red tablecloths and wall hangings, and shiny brass table service.  Had completely forgotten about that memory for nearly five decades.


You sure that wasn't acid you dropped into your tea?
 
2018-08-10 10:32:13 AM  
Hot ponderosa pine.

Not of home, but of Grandma's house in the Sierra Nevada's in summer.
 
2018-08-10 10:37:26 AM  
Overcooked beef strips and rice. With ketchup.
 
2018-08-10 10:38:43 AM  

MelGoesOnTour: Ker_Thwap: markie_farkie: We lived in Turkey for a couple years when I was a kid, and my parents rented a flat overlooking the Sea of Marmara.  The bottom floor was basically a warehouse for the owner's olive orchard marinating casks.  The patio above it was our "front yard" facing the sea, and the aromas were heavenly.  Black olives marinating, with ocean scent.

I looked the house up on Google Maps street view, and the bottom floor is now a cafe.

My earliest memories are from when I was an Air Force brat in Turkey as a three/four year old.  A few years back, I dropped a sugar cube in a cup of tea, and the smell suddenly/surprisingly/magically transported me back to a Turkish tearoom, with rich red tablecloths and wall hangings, and shiny brass table service.  Had completely forgotten about that memory for nearly five decades.

You sure that wasn't acid you dropped into your tea?


Not initially, but...yes, I verified that the tearoom existed with my dad.
 
2018-08-10 10:49:03 AM  
Egg water.
 
2018-08-10 11:00:23 AM  
The smell of a forest in the summer after a nice soaking rain.
 
2018-08-10 11:41:01 AM  
Hot creosote (telephone poles & railroad ties) and just a whiff of skunk takes me back 60 years to summertime in NW PA. Add freight train and factory whistles and the trip is complete.

Skunk is not all that unpleasant as long as it is drifting in from far away.
 
2018-08-10 11:46:44 AM  
Throwback scents for me: 1. Anything that duplicates Gran's kitchen cooking smells, up to and including okra and sometimes even brussells sprouts even with their pee yew 2. Burning walnut leaves because grandkid and magnifying glass out in the backyard equals that. 3. Play Doh, 4. Crayola Modeling Clay and of course crayons, and 5. Freshly shelled walnuts.
 
2018-08-10 12:18:25 PM  
Simmering tomato sauce.

My favorite food was/is spaghetti and meatballs. Maybe once a month my mother would just get once giant batch going on the stove, simmering it all day. Loved that smell.

Once I got older she went back to work, it became more like once a year she would do that.
 
2018-08-10 12:32:58 PM  
Cow manure and silage.
 
2018-08-10 12:33:37 PM  

End_Of_Line: The smell of a forest in the summer after a nice soaking rain.


THAT is a very, very good one.
 
2018-08-10 01:31:35 PM  
Former Dairy Farmer here.

The smells of hay, clover blossoms, corn fields, and all the green growing things.  Apple blossoms and pine trees.  The particular odor that hot summer sunshine raises from the dust/chaff of hay bales that accumulates in the equipment.

The smells of gasoline, grease, and hot metal.  The ozone smell from our arc welder.

Mom's cooking - her fresh-baked bread, pies, and cookies.

The smells of the barn - wood and lumber, feed, straw for bedding, and cattle.

Odors heavenly, and not.  Pleasing, and otherwise.  Of course, the odor of manure, from cattle and from chickens.  Which was simply another part of the job, and had to be dealt with as a matter of course.  All part of the yearly cycle, fertilizing the fields, and a consequence of keeping the place running and productive.

Some friends once told me that I was 'Earth' (as opposed to Air, Water, or Fire).  This pleases me.
 
2018-08-10 01:37:07 PM  

GanjSmokr: Cow manure and silage.


Yep.  I've been there, too.  I hope your memories are as fond as mine.
 
2018-08-10 01:37:19 PM  

End_Of_Line: The smell of a forest in the summer after a nice soaking rain.


Similar to this, the AZ desert after a monsoon. I used to go out on my bike and ride through all the new puddles, good times.
 
2018-08-10 01:44:32 PM  

dittybopper: Tr0mBoNe: dittybopper: Tr0mBoNe: Barnyard.

Fark that smell.

Heh.

When I was stationed in Hawaii, first time I drove up the North Shore on Oahu past the farms up there, and I smelled the manure, I was like "Yeah, this smells like home!".

Home then being rural Washington county, NY.

Yeah... I've literally shoveled shiat for money. Needless to say, I had adequate motivation to go to school and not shovel shiat for a living.

I did that for a short while when I was a teen.  Builds character.


One experience I would never willingly give up - nor would I take a million dollars to repeat it - was the time in my teen years when I had to go outside and repair a broken gutter cleaner in our dairy barn when the temperature was minus 30 degrees F - before wind chill.

Gotta keep the cows in the barn, gotta get the manure hauled out.  Every. Day.  The grooves in the cable pulleys get filled up quickly with that stuff, which instantly freezes to rock-hard consistency.  And the metal becomes very brittle.

The feeling of triumph when the job was done and I was back in the house and cleaned up was eclipsed by the feeling of relief.
 
2018-08-10 02:02:23 PM  

Ker_Thwap: markie_farkie: We lived in Turkey for a couple years when I was a kid, and my parents rented a flat overlooking the Sea of Marmara.  The bottom floor was basically a warehouse for the owner's olive orchard marinating casks.  The patio above it was our "front yard" facing the sea, and the aromas were heavenly.  Black olives marinating, with ocean scent.

I looked the house up on Google Maps street view, and the bottom floor is now a cafe.

My earliest memories are from when I was an Air Force brat in Turkey as a three/four year old.  A few years back, I dropped a sugar cube in a cup of tea, and the smell suddenly/surprisingly/magically transported me back to a Turkish tearoom, with rich red tablecloths and wall hangings, and shiny brass table service.  Had completely forgotten about that memory for nearly five decades.


Yep - only recently after 40-some years did I recall a specific incident at my preschool on the playground, and it was because a set of monkey bars I was leaning on at the park smelled exactly like the ones back then.  Just instant "Hey I remember this!"  "Wait, why the hell do I remember this?"  "Seriously?"  It wasn't even anything important/bad/or even weird - just playing on the bars with friends one day.
 
2018-08-10 02:05:33 PM  
Is Atlas Obscura doing market research now?
 
2018-08-10 02:10:59 PM  

Nicholas D. Wolfwood: And the metal becomes very brittle.


Heh.

One -30 degree day morning, up in the Adirondacks (used to live in Essex County, NY), my father opened the hatch on our AMC Sportabout station wagon in order to start loading it for a trip to Maine, and one of the two hinges just cracked right in half, leaving him holding it in his hands and yelling at me to go get the trap wire and some pliers.

So I ran, got them out of the mud room, and came back and held the hatch in place while he wired it shut.  Trap wire is a soft iron wire used to secure animal traps to stakes.  Five people go into the station wagon.  Five people get out.  Sharks took the rest, December 26th, 1980.  Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
 
Ant
2018-08-10 07:43:24 PM  
You mean my mom's house back in the day? Spaghetti sauce on the stove, something baking in the oven, pot, and incense to try (and fail) to cover up the pot smell.
 
2018-08-11 06:23:47 AM  

dittybopper: Nicholas D. Wolfwood: And the metal becomes very brittle.

Heh.

One -30 degree day morning, up in the Adirondacks (used to live in Essex County, NY), my father opened the hatch on our AMC Sportabout station wagon in order to start loading it for a trip to Maine, and one of the two hinges just cracked right in half, leaving him holding it in his hands and yelling at me to go get the trap wire and some pliers.


Holy crap. We had one of those. Bright yellow. Ran pretty good. No trouble with the hinges on ours.
 
2018-08-11 05:02:05 PM  
Salt breeze at high tide; brine shrimp stench at low tide.
(yeah, you can call the latter an "acquired" aroma).

/Yankee Candle actually has a scent that reminds me of Fire Island.
//no, not that part -- the sandy places with little or no people-- sometimes
///still probably best at or near dawn, at high tide with a good seas breeze.
 
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