• squinky@lemm.ee
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    7 天前

    Bromine. It’s what they treat the water with on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland, and the smell puts my mind on vacation

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      7 天前

      I got a brief flash of a Ren and Stimpy close-up of a nostril sucking in mothballs, from reading this comment.

      But jokes aside, I can imagine that smell becoming a core memory down the road and will hit with instant nostalgia whenever you smell something similar.

      I remember the smell of my Grandmother’s house every time I hear the song Teardrop by Massive Attack. I’m 9 years old, and I’m watching MTV, sitting on the living room carpet.

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    7 天前

    Skunk. From a very safe distance, of course. But I love it when you can smell one, somewhere nearby.

  • Hossenfeffer@feddit.uk
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    9 天前

    A combination of the smells from my grandfather’s shed: sawdust, machine oil and petrol from the lawn mower, freshly cut grass, leather, his pipe tabacco, and just a hint of whisky from the bottle he used to keep in there. He had a couple of old, leather, wing-back chairs in there and sometimes at the weekend after mowing the lawn we’d just sit and talk in his shed for a bit while he smoked his pipe and had a wee dram.

    Sadly long gone (he died in the late 80s) but I get hints of it occasionally. Sometimes I’ll smell maybe the lawnmower smells in my own shed and my brain will fill in the rest and I’ll feel small and safe and warm and comfortable just for a moment or two.