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Originally posted by drabfour:

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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.

Yeah that would bring me back to my dad for sure.

Old Spice always reminds me of my paternal grandfather.

He'd wake up a 5:00 (his version of sleeping in during retirement), set off the smoke detector making breakfast #1 (toast that was very, very black), shower, shave, put on some Old Spice, and come out to eat Breakfast #2 that Grandma had cooked.

I miss him as he was a kindhearted man

My example is kind of inverse. I was waiting in my local barbershop a few years ago. Several others waiting were engaged in conversation. One person who I didn’t recognize ( but turned out to have lived in our town growing up for a few years) mentioned a dentist from the town and how he always reeked of cigarette smoke during dental appointments, just that mention was enough of jolt to literally smell and visualize myself back in that dental office, after 35+ years!

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Originally posted by Oat_Action_Man:

Someone smoking cloves drops me into a different girlfriend's dorm room.

Oh, I remember that smell all too well. Now that cloves have been banned in the USA, I'm unlikely to ever smell that smell again.

I had no idea they were banned.

Djarum Black. What a fantastic smell, taste, and crackle!!!!!!!

My Grandfather owned a Farm back in the 40's to the mid 60's.
On the farm there was the pump house. A small building that housed a gas pump for the farm equipment.
Opening the door and taking a good whiff of that Leaded gas was like a feast for my nose.

Many scents.

Patchouli, my hippie days of the early 70’s.

Old Spice, my dad.

The “old” rear axle and trans lube, GM 1050081, the stuff before GL-4 ratings,hot,rodding in the late 60’s and early 70’s.

Silage, my farming relatives.

Just some of many things.

I wish!!! I haven't been able to smell a damn thing in over 5 years.

Coppertone suntan lotion. Early '70s, a blond and a little bikini...

Hawaiian Tropic suntan oil. Reminds me if the community pool and Jessica Kumpe.

Tommy Hillfiger original ‘Tommy” cologne. Takes me right back to my early 20’s and hitting the clubs in Deep Ellum (Dallas) Texas. Some of the best times of my life.

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I love the smell of burning rosin-core solder. Guess I grew up around too many shops.

That’s a good one. Instant 6 yrs old.

Yes...to a dark time. The smell of burnt concrete and steel. When my shop was broken into 7 years ago, the POSs sawed through my safes with an industrial circular saw. They strapped it to the safe and tightened it as it ate into the safe. That smell of burnt concrete; sandwiched between the steel sheaths still gives me anxiety.

Coppertone sunscreen, takes me to my childhood on Florida beaches at Christmas time

English Leather

Almost 4 full pages and nobody mentioned Rolled Caps for your cap gun -- only one thing in the world smells like that.

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Originally posted by Tinyman:
Almost 4 full pages and nobody mentioned Rolled Caps for your cap gun -- only one thing in the world smells like that.

Yes and the smell of singed skin from scratching them with your fingernails.

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Originally posted by aileron:
One whiff of Castrol R sends me back to the Friday night Ascot Park flat track races in the '60s

And takes me back to the 70's when most the serious dirt riders still burned the stuff in their 2-strokes.

Yup DITTO on Castrol that smell reminds me of my dirtbike. a 1970 Husky MH-250 :-)

and DITTO Old Spice ...My Dad... The best Dad.

Old Spice and Avon cologne/aftershave remind me of my paternal grandfather.

Certain kinds of fresh cut grass takes me back to my little league football days.

Every so often the combined odors of detergent, cleaning supplies, etc.. instantly transports me back to Fort Knox for basic training (1992/2010).

Older school buildings seem to have a scent that take me back.

Pancake syrup. Not the pure maple syrup you get in Vermont. The corn syrup based stuff. My father worked in a very large private label bottling plant that made the pancake syrup, bbq sauce, and other items that a large number of you consumed many years ago and today. His clothes would be infused with that smell. I spent many Sunday mornings/afternoons there with my brothers, roaming the empty plant while dad piddled around in the "shop" where he had all of his wood working stuff. Smelling that out of the blue will instantly take me back to that plant and my childhood, or being next to dad after a long day at work.

Also, there's a particular weed or plant in Montana that also takes me back to my childhood. Smelling it takes me back to those simple days before getting wise to the world. Summertime in particular, and being outside all day long exploring, catching frogs, hunting ground squirrels, horseback riding, hiking. Need to pinpoint the source of that one and bring it back to the south with me.

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Older school buildings seem to have a scent that take me back.

Yes, it’s the mold/mildew/musty smell, right?

A spring morning and wet grass has a smell that still reminds me of Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island. And that was 34 years ago.