My grandmother's closet - old wood, old clothes, and mothballs
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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.
Napalm in the morning.
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
My dachshund's feet. Seriously. They smell something like popcorn sometimes.
Fresh out of the oven bread Coffee Pipe tobacco Cigar shops
New packs of cards when the shrinkwrap is removed.
Chlorine and florine
The air on a crisp Halloween dusk back in 1988.
sweaty partner
That smell that tells you it's Spring.
Fresh bread.
Gasoline.
Bleach.
That head shop incense smell.
The smell of detergent or fabric softener from a nearby house doing laundry.
Whatever that syrup is they use for canned peaches and fruit salad cups.
Seaweed
I'm surprised no one put crayons on here yet (I don't really care either way but it seems like something that would go on this thread).
Dogs. A place where dogs have been living has such a comforting smell to it. Also their paws smell so nice
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Stockmar crayons.
roses
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Pot/weed. I understand why non-partakers dont care for it but I gotta get a sniff whenever opening a new bag
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Marijuana. And by association, dead skunk (it smells like strong weed/strong weed smells like dead skunk 🤷🏻♂️)
Light BO. A day after sweating at work, great. If you haven't bathed in a week; 🤮
Whatever the Rock is cooking.
Firewood drying in the sun appeals to me, but it's generally a quite mild smell. If there's a breeze, it probably is undetectable.
I love the smell of grains being unloaded from a truck into a silo.
Freshly cut Ytong blocks. Ink of ballpoint pens.
Brand new tires