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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2009 21:30:44 GMT
Stinky rotting shrimp will always remind me of going fishing in my youth. We broke up jumbo prawns to put on the hooks, and they would get really ripe under the hot sun after a few hours. The bream, bluegills and pumpkinseeds absolutely loved that stuff.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2009 1:40:00 GMT
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 23, 2009 2:10:53 GMT
*sigh*
Our host forum has an upgrade scheduled with will allow duplicate threads to be merged. These two threads were five months apart, so it's understandable that it could happen. I spent I don't know how much time last night trying to find the name of a movie recommended in The Screening Room, where there is lots of duplication of effort.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2009 2:38:45 GMT
Maybe we need a thread on Memory or Visual Recall
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2009 12:49:58 GMT
Oops...I wasn't around then, so didn't know about this other thread. Yes, it would be good to combine them if at all possible.
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Post by lagatta on Aug 23, 2009 13:19:30 GMT
There is a peculiar, pleasant smell in vestibules and stairwells in Paris - is floor wax part of it? It is slightly musty from many years of inhabitation but not at all unpleasant. I'm not referring to "dirty" "smelly" smells one can encounter in any city.
When I returned to Perugia after 20 years away, the interiors of the medieval stone buildings had an even deeper and more historically redolent smell.
Fresh-mowed lawns anywhere bring back memories harking back to early childhood.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2009 14:47:15 GMT
My stairwell doesn't smell most of the time. When it does, it is because somebody has put something particularly rotten in one of the trash bins. The aroma develops and fills all of the space until the trash is finally taken out.
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Post by livaco on Aug 23, 2009 17:21:48 GMT
Oddly certain sewer smells bring back good memories of being in third-world type places.
I remember when I was Varanasi I encountered a smell that reminded me of tailgate parties at our local baseball stadium -- which was a very happy childhood summer-related smell in my mind. Then I realized that the smell that reminded me of grilled pork products was actually the smell from funeral pyres....
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Post by traveler63 on Aug 23, 2009 19:42:13 GMT
Freshly baked cookies!!!!! To grandmother's house I go. If only!!! I would love to sit down and talk with her, but alas, I lost her in 1983.
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Post by BigIain on Aug 23, 2009 21:41:24 GMT
The smell of Taquila has various memories
The smell of CK1 and cigarettes always makes me smile in memory of someone very special!
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Post by rikita on Aug 31, 2009 21:43:19 GMT
the smell of sunscreen reminds me of all the summers of my childhood.
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Post by bazfaz on Sept 1, 2009 6:58:57 GMT
Why do I keep misreading the title of this thread as Members linked to smell?
My paternal grandmother used to smell of lavendar - always. While I like lavendar in the wild, I cannot abide it as a scent.
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Post by tillystar on Sept 2, 2009 12:11:30 GMT
Its funny I always thought that ozone is that smell you get after rain, I have even told people that and so spread the lie I love that smell anyway, even now I googled and its just bacteria. Like Baz, lavendar scent reminds me of my grandma - her downstairs toilet in particular so it also reminds me of toilets. Like Rikita, suncream always reminds me of childhood holidays. There is a certain polish that reminds me of Greece. There is a certain smell of bread (I think Rye bread) that always reminds me of being in Russia as a kid. I can clearly remember the first time a memory smell happened to me as a kid running accross some tennis courts - it was the smell of a certain flower that always reminds me of my primary school gates. It really freaked me out, but in a good way. I love it when it happens.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2009 14:47:19 GMT
I remember the fantastic smell of laundry that has spent all day outside in the sun on the clothesline. Yes, I know that some people can still do that.
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Post by spindrift on Sept 2, 2009 17:37:28 GMT
The smell of freshly mown grass for haymaking - reminds me of when I had my own farm and used to make my own meadow hay.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2009 17:56:54 GMT
I like the smell of burnt toast
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 2, 2009 18:58:29 GMT
I can clearly remember the first time a memory smell happened to me as a kid running accross some tennis courts - it was the smell of a certain flower that always reminds me of my primary school gates. That's funny -- as soon as I read that I remembered a memory trigger. Whenever I smell fresh chamomile, I remember the playground in our primary school in Madrid. It was a huge space and well trodden down. But if you looked closely you could see it was covered with stunted, blooming chamomile.
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Post by Don Cuevas on Sept 11, 2009 21:26:13 GMT
Freshly painted interior walls: although the smell itself isn't all that pleasant, I always associate it with moving into a new house or apartment, and a fresh start.
(The latter is mostly delusion.)
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Post by Kimby on Mar 30, 2010 16:42:08 GMT
the smell of sunscreen reminds me of all the summers of my childhood. me, too. And (as noted on the Hoarding thread), the smell of certain long-unused lipsticks can take me right back to decades ago when I last wore that color... Really stinky magic markers take me back to kindergarten.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2010 17:22:38 GMT
The smell of leather always, but always, takes me back to the time I lived in Montreal.
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Post by Kimby on Mar 30, 2010 17:25:32 GMT
the smell of sunscreen reminds me of all the summers of my childhood. and throw in the drone of a small aircraft overhead, and I am transported to my teens...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2010 10:51:38 GMT
I like the smell of burnt toast I like the smell of properly toasted toast. It takes me back to childhood, when I had toast regularly for breakfast. I've hardly eaten any since then.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jun 5, 2010 14:16:43 GMT
Does anyone remember that sort of wool smell that airplanes used to have? It was a distinct odor when you entered the plane, like putting your nose up to an overcoat.
I don't think they clean the planes between passengers any more the way they used to, as I don't remember noticing the wool smell in a long time.
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Post by Kimby on Jun 6, 2010 16:57:05 GMT
Maybe the "wool smell" was from the upholstery or carpet - in the days before oil based synthetics were used for everything?
or, perhaps the reason you can't smell it on planes now is that they spray disinfectant all over everything now...
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Post by komsomol on Jun 7, 2010 18:22:03 GMT
The Bagel Factory on Cadillac Avenue in LA will always remind me of my college days. We'd pull all nighters and be there when it opened at 5:30. The odor was out of this world. Some of us even managed to go to class later.
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Post by bjd on Jun 7, 2010 18:43:29 GMT
I just went to Berlin for a few days. One of the subway stations (Klosterstr.?) is right beside a building with some French flags on it (no, not the embassy), and the smell in the subway station is exactly that of the Paris subway. We figured they must spray something because none of the other stations smelled that way.
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Post by onlymark on Jun 7, 2010 19:03:24 GMT
I'll stick my neck out to answer that partially bjd. The subway station is actually called Spandau but is on Klosterstrasse. At the side of there is the 'Rathaus', the Town Hall. If they've had French visitors it is quite common to display the flags of that nation. Though I doubt they extended the welcome that much that they made the S Bahn and U Bahn station smell as in Paris. It could've been the food smuggled in at the time by the French contingent as they didn't rate the German stuff.
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Post by bjd on Jun 7, 2010 19:53:49 GMT
The French flags weren't on the Rathaus, onlyMark. They were on a gray building close to the subway station. The Rathaus is basically invisible anyway because they were digging stuff up in front of it, so it's all fenced off, with a little platform you can climb up to see the archaeologists at work.
I like the food in Germany -- great breads, the cold cuts are much better than in France, and so is the beer. The smell was definitely not food, but that Paris subway smell.
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Post by Kimby on Jun 7, 2010 20:21:15 GMT
I wish my olfactory recall was better!
I'm attempting to declutter my bathroom closet by identifying (and hopefully using up) all the mystery products in unlabeled bottles. I'm sure when I poured the shampoo or conditioner or facial scrub or hand lotion into those bottles I thought I'd remember what was in them. Well, I don't. So I take each cap off, take a deep whiff and try to remember what it is. It isn't working.
I don't want to toss "perfectly good" shampoo or conditioner or face cleanser or hand lotion, but I don't want to try to wash my hair with hand lotion either!
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Post by onlymark on Jun 8, 2010 5:13:49 GMT
Ok then bjd. It could've been anything, the Post office, shopping arcade, the library, even the Ibis hotel. No matter.
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