Any combat veteran will tell you that smell is the most provoking of senses.

That being said, my material Grand-père will forever be associated with Half-and-Half pipe tobacco. Thank you Lord for the memories.

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I have a pouch of Half-and-Half that’s been open for more than a year. Still soft and pliable. The wonder of ethylene glycol.

Half-and-Half is an institution, but I don’t smoke it often.

The smell of pine oil takes me back to the Thursday night field days in the USMC.

Many moons ago I courted a girl who would use a specific parfume (all over) when we had special nights planned. We eventually went our separate ways.
I never came across that same scent again until many years later, walking through a mall, a lady crossed in front of me wearing that same scent and my brain hit the rev limiter.
It's hard to describe.

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Originally posted by dsiets:
I never came across that same scent again until many years later, walking through a mall, a lady crossed in front of me wearing that same scent and my brain hit the rev limiter.
It's hard to describe.

Exact same experience here. For me, the scent of Alexandra perfume is like a time machine that takes me back to 1982-83 in a nano-second.

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Exact same experience here.

ah, yes....ditto/ditto

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Originally posted by Gutpile Charlie:
I have fond memories of Lifebuoy soap, you know, that orange soap that was so popular in the forties and fifties?
During WWII, my grandparents operated a Texaco gas station on the east side of Stillwater Oklahoma. They lived in back and upstairs in the station. They didn't have running water but had a pump outside and one inside at the kitchen sink. you washed in a small , white enameled pan with the orange rim around it. The water was always cold and the two bars of soap that were present were Lifebuoy and Lava. I will always remember the cold water and the aromatic smell of the Lifebuoy.

I remember it well. I actually liked the taste of Lifebuoy soap.

flashguy

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Originally posted by flashguy:
I actually liked the taste of Lifebuoy soap.

flashguy

I didn't like the taste of any soap, and my mother made sure that I had an opportunity to taste a variety of them when I was growing up.

It never happened often, and hasn't happened at all in years, but there was (or maybe is) some woman's scent that can do it to me. I don't know if it is a perfume, a soap, a shampoo, or what, but it is the way the first girl I ever felt strongly about smelled. On the odd occasions I have smelled it, it stops me in my tracks with nostalgia, lost love, and remembrance.

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Originally posted by Jim Shugart:
I'm overwhelmed with nostalgia every time I open a can of tuna.

A few years ago, my wife and I were invited to a small social gathering. The host was the type that can’t cook, but tries to serve something interesting and unusual that his guests have never experienced before so they have no frame of reference for how it actually turned out. Some people might order a pizza, but Trendy Tyler likes to impress. On this occasion, he baked some sort of fish with green olives, and some sort of artisan bread at the same time. It smelled not a little or even a lot like, but EXACTLY like my first girlfriend’s nether regions. This is not a compliment to either her or him. The whole apartment just awash with the... scent. I was polite and ate a few bites, but it was just miserable and I had to beg off, saying I didn’t like fish. My wife asked me what my problem was, because I guess the weirdness was evident. So I told her. Her eyes bugged. We talked about it in the car afterwards and she had to pull over, she was laughing so hard.

Did you know that skittles are all the same flavor but with the SMELL of different flavors to trick you into thinking they all taste different.