Originally posted by ador: Old Spice after shave cologne. Reminds me of my father. I smell it on him when I was young. In the 70s, they used to come in an ivory like bottle. The newer one come in the same shape bottle, but plastic.
On a different note… we stopped speaking to each other in 2006. He died a year ago. Never got the chance to make peace with him. I tried. But he had his own ways.
Yeah that would bring me back to my dad for sure.
Also these vintage cologne bottles.
Posts: 5033 | Location: Texas | Registered: July 22, 2008
Nothing else smells like it, but I’ll remember the smell of the ranch after a rain and the tobacco barn (my family raised cigar wrapper for ~200 years) the rest of my life.
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If I get into a car manufactured in the 40's-50's or so, the smell brings me back. I think it's the cloth seats but something about the interior smell of that era brings me back in time.
Posts: 1482 | Location: Western WA | Registered: September 11, 2006
The blue smoke scent of a two stroke Evinrude just firing up, coupled with the tubercular exhaust note at idle, and the bubbling ocean.
I'm a kid again.
"I vowed to myself to fight against evil more completely and more wholeheartedly than I ever did before. . . . That’s the only way to pay back part of that vast debt, to live up to and try to fulfill that tremendous obligation."
Alfred Hornik, Sunday, December 2, 1945 to his family, on his continuing duty to others for surviving WW II.
Posts: 13085 | Location: Central Florida | Registered: November 02, 2008
The smell of a campfire (or the modern backyard fire-pit) takes me back to so many wonderful memories of being with family and friends throughout my life.
__________ "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal labotomy."
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