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warmed up vintage tubes in an old guitar amp
first whiff opening a bag of good tortilla chips cut grass, plants, trees |
fresh cut grass (reminds me of Ryan my lawn man)
church pews Freshly blooming honeysuckle ans daylillies |
The smell of railroad in summer day or vanilla. I canīt decide which is better.
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vanilla perfume is forever tainted in my mind.
loving the smell of this stuff ![]() |
Cherry Kool-Aid
Leather Gasoline |
Clove
Apple cider Old books Creme brulee |
babies......not in a sexual way.
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Gasoline
Smoke thats all i can think of. |
actually... yeah... i like the smell of smoke too. cigarette smoke. a lot of people think it's a bad scent but it makes me kind of... nostalgic/homesick/etc. huh.
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... also when i'm really drunk i tell people that ... and then take their cig even though i'm not really a smoker.
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Why live under self-imposed limitations, maaaaaaan? |
I can never pin down my favorite smells to particular causes and I always forget what those smells smell like until I smell them again. Once I do, a flood of memories. Life's worth living just for those moments.
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my sunglasses case
brand new shoes my guitar case cold air wet grass my grandparents photo albums grilled cheese laundromats the mountains the ocean |
some more:
bread old and new books glue some of the churches here streets after rain my skincare products (they smell great, seriously) |
salt water
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Something like this happened to me recently,walking past a metal recycling plant,the smell,as you say unlocked a flood of memories,details of the source long forgotton,maybe it was like an aromatic deja vu,(do i need help?),i guess some songs do the same thing some times,transport you back.Maybe i should consult some vast psychology tome on smells and their effects on triggering memories. |
Smells bring back more memories to me than anything. I have some of my moms old perfume and I spray it once in awhile so I am able to remember her better. It hasbeen 13 yaers now since her death. Her face fades out of my memory.
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our bed. space smells like vanilla and rainforests.
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-my love
- frying onion - dolls (immediately after opening the box only) - twinings tea - berries - smokes + cheap perfume worst: - old flowers - summer on concrete |
favourite:
old flowers summer on concrete worst: my love frying onion dolls twinings tea berries smokes cheap perfume what were the odds |
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