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My dad had a trucking company (general hauling), and the smell of tire rubber, axle grease, diesel fuel....    We had a pony, a cow, and a couple of sheep at one time, so the smell of hay, manure.....      Freshly cut grass, carnations, apple crisp baking.  
At my elementary school, outside what is now the kindergarten room (was my 1st grade room), there is a large tree.  It drops round balls with little prickly points on them and has a very, very distinct smell.  Not long ago, I was miles away from that little school and came across a tree that had those same little prickly balls on the ground around it.  I was delighted when they smelled just like Terry School!   

The smell of a roast cooking, my mom made the best and I could smell it cooking outside of the house.....

country bumpkin

Yummy

The smell of a pine tree takes me back to my childhood, my grandmother always had one decorated for christmas.

country bumpkin

Love that smell.

Crazy as it may sound "hair perm solution"! when i was a kid my mom was a hairdresser and had a shop at home, the smell was rather odd perhaps even bitter, but thinking back at all those wonderful people and fond memories the smell of perm solution would be like a rose to me..

The disgusting smell of beer. When I was little, we used to sometimes pass a pub on a corner. The men's voices coming from inside sounded like a bee hive. The smell of beer floated out and all around which almost made me puke. I still hate the smell of beer.

While in grammar school a house fire killed three siblings. I attended their funerals. The smell in the funeral home was that of lilacs. Everytime I smell that flower it takes me back to that very sad event.

jam roly poly, never liked it much, but mum used to make it from pastry scraps, also steak and kidney...now that I really hated, but remember it well.......in fact to this day I refuse to have anything to do with it, the smell I enjoyed as a child was the smell of the sea

My grandma had a huge collection of lilac bushes! they were huge!  We could walk into a bush and just disappear! There were passages threw the whole yard!.  We loved playing in there! Also the smell of fresh baked bread! My grandma made it every other day!  I miss her! Shes been gone over 40 years now!

The smell of liver and onions frying in a pan... "I'm outta' here!"

The scent of Dillweed and Green onions...Paw would make a sandwich with these two and everytime I smell these it reminds me of him........oh ya...and raspberries and real Cows' cream give me the distinctive memory/deja vu of being 5 and in my very old Babas'  farm kitchen...she smelled of fresh bread all the time as she would bake it for all the old boys whose wives had passed......

Funny- I can't really think of any... Doo be Doo will get back to you.

I have so many of them that I could not even begin to list them all. The wonderus possibilities and I so miss the feeling of everything being new and what I could do with them. Going for day’s even weeks dreaming and thinking of new experience (s) I had and all they could hold. Just a little guy with a super big imagination is all and nothing more.

"OH  My Dads working "Boiler suit He worked in the Shipbuilding Industry All smells rolled into one.Tobacco smell as well .When he came I would "jump up on him !! When he walked through the door."Mum would "Shout !! You will get dirty .I would just smile and "Cuddle him more tightly.

fallen autumn leaves the morning after a fall rain

The fresh Christmas tree on Christmas morning and the food cooking in the oven on Christmas day....

Waking up to the smell of fresh flour tortillas. Mom made them every morning they were soooo good.

The corner shop with it's old wooden floors, and sweet jars and biscuits, bacon slicer and cheese. It had a pleasent smell all of it's own.

Meatloaf and chocolate chip cookies.

country bumpkin

Chocolate chip meatloaf, did they? LOL

The sweet smell of my computer and Sweat

You know that of all the five senses, smell immediately evokes the strongest and most primal or basic of memories.  For me, pine.  Christmas tree, freshly cut in the house. And being sent out to the cold woods with my younger sister and older brother to cut boughs of pine from live trees to adorn the entire entryway to our front porch and main doorway to the house. Wonderful scent and the magical feeling that was closely associated with that!   Also, the smell of my mother's perfume as she got ready to go out for the evening with my father, which happened infrequently,  and we kids were left at home.  Excited and loved it because it meant a time we weren't under the ever watchful eye of an adult.  Freedom!!!  And one very unpleasant memory I remember to this day, 40 yrs later.  Dinnertime, with pork chops frying in the pan and being served with applesause and the interior of the house was being repainted and the combination of the two very strong smells and adding the taste of the food with the oil-based paint smell in the house made me so sick.  But I was forced to eat my meal anyway.  Tough love?  Never forgot that very unpleasant experience.  One other; the faint  to strong smell of the ocean in my nostrils as a kid as we approached it from inland to spend a week camped beside the roaring Atlantic Ocean.  As kids we enjoyed it to the max and the smell of the salty ocean itself, fresh seafood being cooked over fires right on the beach , and the smell of suntan lotion,....all mingled together,.....uuuummmmm..

Pine trees and breezes across fields of hay...and sometimes the smell of sweet fern. At times, it's just like the smell can bring me back to over 45 years ago, make me stop in my tracks and appreciate it. I also liked the smell of Lilacs in early summer, and this long stretch of wild roses that grew along the side of the road I lived on.

The smell of a cigar or pipe tobacco always reminds me of my Dad and Christmas because that's the only time he'd smoke either of them.

Campfires always remind me of childhood, when you were allowed to actually burn the piles of leaves in the Autumn.

Pinesol always reminds me of the dog we had.His name was Rory Calhoun, named by my Mum after one of her favourite actors. He had tapeworm when we got him as a puppy and my brother and I were elected to clean up the ensuing mess. 

something of the cookery

my Grandma`s kitchen,,,,no idea why or what ...but very occasionally smell that smell sometimes..and takes me back and makes me HAPPY!!!! :-))

Jergen's Lotion.....My mother always used it on her hands. 

country bumpkin

I remember the smell of Jergen's lotion. I think I remember using Jergens' facial moisturizer too?

Ducky

Yes, it was around too. :)

 Butane coming from my grandfather's lighter after he lit a cigarette.

Mesquite wood burning in the fireplace.

The musty/fishy odour coming from the swamp cooler

 The overpowering scent of Estee Lauder Youth Dew my grandmother liked to wear.

My aunt's high school leather notebook with her initials engraved on the front.

Zebra Fruit Stripe gum sticks.

The way the sidewalk/cement smells (petrichor) after the rain.

Aqua Net hairspray after my mom or grandmother styled their hair.

....mom making fried apple pies

Lantana..Illegal in Aussie,but a smell of the bush that takes you home.>>>>>>><<<<<<<<..

The smell of Sunday supper on the stove. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Hc58uRmM6M