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Post by mich64 on Jan 30, 2011 19:31:31 GMT
Casimira, thank you for the link to the Vermont Country Store, I was just spent 20 minutes on it! Loved so many of these products and will be sitting down tomorrow to place an order! ;D
I enjoy websites like that!
Cheers, Mich P.S. and I am going to get the lipstick!
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Post by Kim B on Feb 2, 2011 0:41:08 GMT
Mom buys it from a catalog company with "Vermont" in the name, for about $10 a tube. She always buys what she thinks is a life supply, then she outlives it!
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Post by Kim B on Feb 2, 2011 0:42:44 GMT
(oops, missed the page break!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2011 9:42:52 GMT
I remember the smell of my American grandparents' house, which was not nice at all -- a combination of musty & dusty. I think I could recognize the smell in an instant if I encountered it again.
I also remember the smell of the rotting persimmons on the ground outside, covered with greedy blue bottle flies.
My grandfather died in 1958 and my grandmother moved into another house within a year, so this particular olfactory recall seems rather useless and annoying.
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Post by Kimby on Jul 13, 2011 15:01:23 GMT
Mom buys it from a catalog company with "Vermont" in the name, for about $10 a tube. She always buys what she thinks is a life supply, then she outlives it! (We ordered some more tubes last time I was there in April.)
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Post by Kimby on Jul 13, 2011 15:02:48 GMT
A few years back Mr. Kimby and I went on a "nostalgia tour" of his undergrad campus at Michigan State. When we walked into his dorm and got onto the elevator, he said it smelled exactly the same as when he was a student all those years ago.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2011 17:49:07 GMT
I bet I would discover the same odor in my old dorm as well. In modern times, there might be an overlay of expensive cologne to hide the hormone stink of 100 young men living together.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jul 14, 2011 12:30:23 GMT
The two collegiate memories above reminded me of when I went back to my college campus years later. Everything had been spruced up in the intervening years, and I was having trouble identifying old landmarks. That's until we went into an upscale-looking bar that I thought was where a popular student pub (called "The Pub") of my time should have been. Ah yes, that unmistakable, vomitous odor of old beer soaked into floorboards had not been erased by time nor renovation.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2011 7:01:37 GMT
I don't when I saw my last mothball in use (although I know they are still for sale at the supermarket), but I remember very well the intense smell when opening wardrobes or drawers in the bedrooms of my grandparents' house. The aroma was not as intense in our own house when I was little, but it was there, too.
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Post by bixaorellana on Jul 22, 2011 13:09:43 GMT
That triggered an olfactory memory of cedar chests and wardrobes.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2011 10:37:35 GMT
I was just passing in review certain food aromas that fill the entire house, and it's one of the reasons that you love those foods: chili beans slowly simmering, couscous vegetables cooking, curry in preparation, barbecue sauce grilling, banana bread baking....
I love any kitchen that is full of cooking odors, even if it is a dish that I don't care for, rather than antiseptic dead kitchens that smell like Lysol.
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Post by Bixa on Aug 1, 2011 11:42:52 GMT
Even if there isn't something simmering on the stove, the homes of people who cook have that hint that something good usually goes on in the kitchen.
There is a subtle aroma in my mother's house, & I remember the same one in my godmother's house, that's just the faintest whiff of bell peppers simmering, perhaps. I think only people in my family pick up on it consciously, although I'll bet everyone responds positively to similar hints in whichever home they enter.
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Post by mich64 on Aug 1, 2011 15:45:31 GMT
It makes me so happy when my husband comes home from work with a big smile on his face because he can smell what is for dinner coming down the stairs to the house! Cheers! Mich
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2011 16:46:13 GMT
Ha ha, that's the opposite of olfactory recall -- that is olfactory anticipation! But this is the perfect place to talk about it, too.
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Post by foreverman on Aug 2, 2011 12:13:10 GMT
I love it when I walk in from a game of lawn bowls and the smell of Garlic potatoes hits me.........pure heaven......
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2011 19:27:39 GMT
I just wanted to insert this little snippet of trivia, which I remember reading somewhere.
The favourite aroma of Americans is cinnamon. The favourite aroma of the French is vanilla.
Does anybody know the favourite aroma of any other country?
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Post by foreverman on Aug 3, 2011 13:55:48 GMT
Could Australia be the BBQ..........lol
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Post by mickthecactus on Aug 3, 2011 14:45:59 GMT
Having played a lot of sport in my time the smell of dressing rooms has never left my nose (and it is a big nose....).
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2011 17:12:36 GMT
I also recall the odor of my grandparents' cellar in Lorraine. It was cool and damp down there, and the main smell was from the big pile of potatoes in the potato bin, and also the winter supply of apples, slowly wrinkling as they awaited being stewed or made into tarts. In my earlier childhood, there was also the "cheese cage" hanging from the ceiling so there was also the odor of camembert and munster. There were also dusty shelves filled with the jam and canned vegetables from the previous summer, as well as the bottle racks filled with my grandfather's finest purchases. It was an earthy and mysterious place under the dim clear lightbulb and there was absolutely nothing back home in America that could compare to it. I was just about to write a whole new account of this cellar, but then the warning lights went off in my head and I thought "there is no way that I could have not already mentioned it." Oh, that aroma of dampness and dirt and slow rotting was so heavenly in its own way.
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Post by tod2 on Aug 3, 2011 17:34:25 GMT
When I walk into my mom's house the smell of my grandparents old furniture hits me square on - As a child it seemed to fit the whole atmosphere of old people in an old house with old furniture brought over from Scotland by their grandparents.... How come this smell has never gone away? It's not like the smell of an antique shop - it's just an old smell which I am not sure I like very much
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Post by Kimby on Aug 17, 2011 21:26:44 GMT
The scent of Noxema would send me right back to the communal bathroom at the college dorm, where I once dropped a jar of it on the tiled floor and had to pick shards of blue glass out of the stuff to be able to use what was left of it. (Poor college students don't throw things away lightly!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2011 8:45:54 GMT
The stronger smelling version of yesteryear sends me back to summer in Mississippi, when my mother would slather it on my brother and me to calm the fire of sunburn.
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Post by foreverman on Aug 21, 2011 10:52:57 GMT
There is a not so old bearded scruffy guy who walks around Esperance..................I doubt if he has bathed this year...................even walking 100 yards downwind of him the stink is rank...........I once went to a checkout with a longer queue rather than stand behind him. The poor checkout girl was waving a can of air freshener around after he had gone........
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Post by hwinpp on Aug 22, 2011 7:17:58 GMT
Yeah, bums tend to really stink. I was on a train in Berlin once and a bum came in. Thank God he sat down at one end and not in the middle of the carriage.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2011 14:43:22 GMT
For some reason I was really surprised when I saw the same sort of bums in Tokyo. With the taxi drivers wearing their white gloves, the ultramodern gadgets everywhere and the neon overload, I just never imagined that they could live in such a decor and in the same indifference as elsewhere.
It might have made them seem even stinkier due to the contrast.
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Post by rikita on Aug 25, 2011 6:00:55 GMT
well i would imagine that drug and/or alcohol problems do make someone less aware of their own smell, but also that at the same time there is a certain lack of opportunity to wash oneself/one's clothes probably - but afaik if someone smells really strong it also can be due to wounds or similar things that aren't properly taken care of.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2011 6:34:05 GMT
I think that just about all of us city dwellers have caught glimpses of open sores and rotting flesh when some of these bums are adjusting their clothing.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2011 18:27:32 GMT
The smell of the roux for my husband's Thanksgiving Day seafood gumbo wafting upstairs as I post harkens me back to the umpteen Thanksgivings we have spent together with family and friends. I wish he made it more than once a year though.... God,it smells good!!!!!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 18:44:08 GMT
Got a whiff of creosote this a.m. and was instantly transported to the bridge where we fished as children.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2012 18:10:18 GMT
Oh, I know that wonderful odor very well.
Unfortunately, what I am smelling tonight is the odor of when a larger-than-usual mouse died in my apartment. The little bitty ones just dry out, but the bigger ones ferment. But I have seen no trace of mice in years, so what could it be?
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