- Pinaud Clubman talc, cherry pipe tobacco and Doublemint gum remind me of my father.
- Aramis and Jean Nate remind me of my late husband.
- The smell of my grandmother's deep red Coty lipstick (carnauba wax), combined with the smell of her cigarettes and stronger than strong coffee..sure miss you, grandma.
A kettle of dried pinto beans just coming to a boil, the smell of a hot iron steam pressing a cotton shirt and the smell of the concrete on a hot sunny Az day after being hosed off...probably my strongest childhood memories.
(I really love the way you write, ladydulcinea. Your posts are always the best!) Whenever I smell Chanel No. 5, I'm reminded of my grandmother. Sometimes I smell it when there's no one around. Or is there?
posted by lynaz
8 months ago
The scent of good tobacco reminds me of my father. For years he smoked a pipe and I loved the aroma of the tobacco when he opened the pouch to pack the bowl. It still give me a feeling of comfort to be around a pipe smoker.
Old Spice...reminds me of my father.
Donuts fried in lard...reminds me of my mother.
New mown hay...reminds me of my grandmother and being on the farm.
Aramis reminds me of my first ex-husband...a wonderful man, a good friend, an excellent father and one of the sexiest men I've ever known.
The smell of spring here in New England. It reminds me of growing up and looking forward to warm weather, fishing and being outside.
When I was a child growing up in Finland, we had a big extended family gathering on Christmas Eve. I always gave my favorite uncle a bottle of Aqua Velva shaving lotion! Now whenever I smell Aqua Velva I remember the happy holidays spent with outr big clan! Also, my mother liked Chanel #5, and that, too, brings memories from long past. My grandmother, whom I adored, was a true pioneer old-country woman and whenever she had a headache, toothache or any other ailment, she relied on "spirits of Camphor". She would put a couple of drops on a sugar cube and really believed that sucking on that camphor oil soaked sugar cube was a cure-all for whatever ailed you!
Havana cigars for my grandfather, face powder my grandmother...white shoulders, my mom and whiskey my dad...and the cologne POLO for my ex who is still a friend. POLO still turns my head today no matter where I am I can pick out a man wearing it...
oatmeal raisin cookies and bread baking in the oven bring back memories of my Mother and my Aunt Hattie.
Cherry pipe tobacco and old spice was my Dad
The smell of a real Christmas tree...The smell of bacon first thing in the morning....Oh so many memories.
I wonder what scents our children will remember. I don't think they will be the same as ours.
onions and potatoes frying together, and caramel pie, remind me of my aunts kitchen, frying hamburgers, and baked apple strudel remind me of my grandmothers cafe, and smoked barbecue, a scent of tobacco reminds me of my grandfather with a hint of fresh fish because he loved to go fishing, and old spice shaving lotion reminds me of my step dad. sure miss them all.