Our Sense of Smell

Pluff mud!

Pluff mud is the smell of fish and other marine flora/fauna rotting in the marshes of the lowcountry of the Carolinas.

 

Meliai, You like the smell of rotting fish? North or South Carolina lowcountry?

 

It doesnt smell like rotting fish but it has a very distinct odor

Lowcountry of SC...Charleston area. I always know I'm close to Charleston by the smell of pluff mud

 

Oh, ok. I hardly noticed it before, so I'll have to pay close attention next time I roll through there.

 

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You welcome.

 

WD 40 lubricant. Man that stuff smells great!

 

I like the smell of hardware stores. It reminds me of being a kid and going there with my dad.

 

Aahhh, the good ol fashioned neighborhood hardware store. Brand new lawn equipment, tools, bags of fresh soil stacked on the shelves, stacks of fresh lumber, etc. and the occasional ringing of the cow bell when the door opens and closes. ...Just taking it all in

 

The smell of .... Victory?

= Maybe not

 

Put your damn SHIRT back on!

 

That being said - I live close (about a mile away) to the Airport in Manchester (England) - Some days the aroma of Air fuel comes across the fields and through and reminds me of the above quote

 

Cashmere Woods air fragrance!

 

it feels better then the itch of being nibbled to death by tiny almost micro scopic insects. that's what i use it for.
a little sting by itself never hurt anybody, its the damd itch that comes after that drives me nuts,
especially when it spoils my concentration from doing anything, or even just dreaming.

 

I like the smell of new leather!

 

Oh, I like fresh cut grass also, and watermelon!

 

I love dr bonners products!

 

My sense of smell is a curse. I can smell boiling water ..

 

The smell of cedar shakes, which I got to smell for decades while installing them. There are certain smells that bring back time, people and place, but I can't remember what they are, except when they happen and then they are gone.

 

I was wandering in the woods of the NC mountains, and the fall sun was beating down on the bed of pine needles on the forest floor. The scent of the trees and the pine and the crisp air was...oof. I wish it could be bottled.

 

oooo yeah--pine sap.