Smells that evoke memories.

well real pine needles remind me of what i think of as home. there's also the combination of diesel exaust and creosote, that was the railroad i grew up near and around.

 

Lots of smells:

The smell of steam engines, mixed with the smell of coal, and the smell of oil.

The particular smell of the London Underground.

The smell of Cloves

The smell of Pickled Onions,

To name but a few.

 

I grow honeysuckle in my garden.
The smell of summer.

 

Tabu is still sold here.
I will go smell and get in order. Lol

 

That pine cleaner smells nothing like real pines. I know Henley on Thames.

 

I hope nice memories.

 

The underground has a particular smell.

 

Yes Candy darlin' it most certainly does and its distinctive, I'd recognise anywhere with my eyes closed.

 

I like the smell of tar when they are repairing the roads, I have no idea why it reminds me of my Dad. I miss him so much.

 

Me too and it has never changed.
Does that evoke happy memories?

 

Sometimes yes, but I also used to 'commute' to London and used the tube on a daily basis.

 

I remember riding the transit in London. That's all we did! They have a fabulous public transportation system. I wonder though how people manage with this virus going around. Social distancing on those trains can't be easy....

 

They are only letting half the capacity board any public transport.

Does the smell of success, smell of money? lol

 

I like that smell (money) too; though I don't think it reminds me of anything... Well, I suppose it reminds me of money.

 

It smells different now we have plastic notes, they smell of nothing.

The smell of fish and chips cooking is the UK Friday smell. lol

 

See! We need plastic money! Ours is cloth or something. And it does smell. Maybe it's the ink...

 

We can wash our notes. lol

The smell of freshly cut grass is a Summer smell.

 

When I was in high school, my best friend's dad bought an old Buick. That car had a peremnant smell of cigar smoke, which is why he got it ao cheap. Dave would take the car, come pick me up, and he would beat the balls off that car. Music turned up.loud, burning rubber at every red light, the sound of the 4 barrel carburator when he would punch the gas pedal to the floor.
Sadly, Dave passed away from liver cancer in his mid 30s.
Every time i smell.a cheap cigar, it reminds me of the good times we had cruising around in that old Buick.

 

I am sorry you lost your friend Prix.
But yes the purpose mainly of this thread is to make us think back. xxx

The smell of pipe smoke reminds me of my Maternal Grandfather, he died when I was six. I treasure my memories, they are all I have for many.

 

Hay. I hauled a lot of hay from the field to the barn