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This stuff has an intoxicating effect on me.
Mrs. Robinson?
Then stop drinking it.
This stuff has an intoxicating effect on me.
Racist.
For those oldies in Melbourne - there used to be a cookie outlet at Myers on Bourke St. My mum used to take me there occasionally. For many years after she passed away, that specific smell used to bring her back, more than anything ever could. Sadly, it is no longer.
somewhat off topic, but i think this sort of thing is pretty common. smells and tastes can conjure up very vivid memories. sometimes very nostalgic and sad, sometimes just randomly weird. case in point - chicken loaf instantly returns me 35+ years to primary school prep. specifically to the washbag thing we had to take to the taps in the breezeway to wash our hands before we were allowed to eat. And its somehow tied to these coloured paper chains we had to make and hang around the classroom for christmas decoration. Absolutely No idea why its that specific vision.
Up at the farm thereās still an old tub of Old Spice Shaving soap. One whiff of that and Grandpa could climb out of his urn and i wouldnāt be the least surprised. Same with Gear Oil or welding flux out in the shed. id give up a lot that that could still happen. Alas.
Ive got stacks of these sorts of things. Iāll often totally forget them until the next time it crops up. theyāre generally fun though.
oh.
Bacon.
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I used to love the smell of fuel at the airport when I was a kid. They changed it about 15 years ago and now itās no good. Still miss it.
I used to love the smell of fuel at the airport when I was a kid. They changed it about 15 years ago and now it's no good. Still miss it.
hahahaā¦I remember being a little kid, and my older sister and I would stick our heads out the car window to smell the fuel as Dad (or attendant) filled up the car at the service station 
Oh - and I love the smell of acetone - or whatever it is in nail polish remover.
Sims Sports
For those oldies in Melbourne - there used to be a cookie outlet at Myers on Bourke St. My mum used to take me there occasionally. For many years after she passed away, that specific smell used to bring her back, more than anything ever could. Sadly, it is no longer.somewhat off topic, but i think this sort of thing is pretty common. smells and tastes can conjure up very vivid memories. sometimes very nostalgic and sad, sometimes just randomly weird. case in point - chicken loaf instantly returns me 35+ years to primary school prep. specifically to the washbag thing we had to take to the taps in the breezeway to wash our hands before we were allowed to eat. And its somehow tied to these coloured paper chains we had to make and hang around the classroom for christmas decoration. Absolutely No idea why its that specific vision.
Up at the farm thereās still an old tub of Old Spice Shaving soap. One whiff of that and Grandpa could climb out of his urn and i wouldnāt be the least surprised. Same with Gear Oil or welding flux out in the shed. id give up a lot that that could still happen. Alas.
Ive got stacks of these sorts of things. Iāll often totally forget them until the next time it crops up. theyāre generally fun though.
The reverse is also true. I like going back through old photos and being recalled of the smell of the place in that moment. If it was worth remembering, that is.
I used to love the smell of fuel at the airport when I was a kid. They changed it about 15 years ago and now it's no good. Still miss it.hahahaā¦I remember being a little kid, and my older sister and I would stick our heads out the car window to smell the fuel as Dad (or attendant) filled up the car at the service centre
Oh - and I love the smell of acetone - or whatever it is in nail polish remover.
Iām like that with warm tar.
I used to love the smell of fuel at the airport when I was a kid. They changed it about 15 years ago and now it's no good. Still miss it.hahahaā¦I remember being a little kid, and my older sister and I would stick our heads out the car window to smell the fuel as Dad (or attendant) filled up the car at the service centre
Oh - and I love the smell of acetone - or whatever it is in nail polish remover.
Iām like that with warm tar.
How was it on them grand old pirate ships, eh?
I used to love the smell of fuel at the airport when I was a kid. They changed it about 15 years ago and now it's no good. Still miss it.hahahaā¦I remember being a little kid, and my older sister and I would stick our heads out the car window to smell the fuel as Dad (or attendant) filled up the car at the service centre
Oh - and I love the smell of acetone - or whatever it is in nail polish remover.
Iām like that with warm tar.How was it on them grand old pirate ships, eh?
Jolly
I used to love the smell of fuel at the airport when I was a kid. They changed it about 15 years ago and now it's no good. Still miss it.hahahaā¦I remember being a little kid, and my older sister and I would stick our heads out the car window to smell the fuel as Dad (or attendant) filled up the car at the service centre
Oh - and I love the smell of acetone - or whatever it is in nail polish remover.
Iām like that with warm tar.How was it on them grand old pirate ships, eh?
Jolly
Roger that
I love the smell of rogering in the morning.
My family on Dadās side owned car dealerships, bus companies and roadhouses.Strangely, my childhood obsession with mechanics and vehicles didnāt follow thought, but I love the smell of oil, grease and fuel.
Cut grass
Cut grass
Yep. Only if its been a bit damp though. And even better if its about to rain on a warm day and you can scent some sweetness in the rain coming.
Cut grassYep. Only if its been a bit damp though. And even better if its about to rain on a warm day and you can scent some sweetness in the rain coming.
Yeah, and it has brownies squashed in it and someone dropped a bit of vanilla aftershave on their way to the front door on a cloudless evening in May.