Odd smells you like...

I live out in the east bay area near the delta. Driving on a HOT summer night near the cornfields near Brentwood and Byron and highway 12 ... the smell of green growing corn, cut corn, pesticide would hang heavy and stickey in the air. Wow ... it is intoxicating. I guess its not too "weird", but it brings back memories .... now there are alot less cornfields .... they are full of tracked housing now.

I used to love the smell of gasoline (from the 70's)before MTBE was added so it would burn cleaner. Another favorite one that brings back memories is the smell a of cigarette being lit with a match. There's just something about the smell from the mixture of tobacco and phosphorus. My dad use to smoke Pall Mall unfiltered and always lit one with a match. That was a long time ago and I'm just glad he is still around to harass me (he quit smoking around 15+ years ago).

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Originally Posted by matt321

When I was a kid (before xerox photocopier machines) we would sniff the mimeograph test sheets from the teacher.

We also loved to ride our bicycles behind the mosquito spray fogger truck. We liked the smell, and we thought the fog cloud was cool.

There was an ice cream truck that would drive slowly through the neighborhood in the summer and sell to the kids. It had a loud speaker that played music so you could hear it coming. The old codger that drove the truck smoked cigars. He would open up the freezer door on the side of the truck and frosty fog would pour out and mix with the cigar smoke creating a memorable smell as we waited in line.

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I remember sniffing fresh mimeograph, what a great smell, that probably accounts for the way I am, I used to keep my cigarettes in a freezer, That first drag on the first cig right out of the frozen pack was smoooth!

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Originally Posted by ReardenSteel

I used to love the smell of gasoline (from the 70's)before MTBE was added so it would burn cleaner. Another favorite one that brings back memories is the smell a of cigarette being lit with a match. There's just something about smell from the mixture of tobacco and phosphorus. My dad use to smoke Pall Mall unfiltered and always lit one with a match. I'm just glad he is still around to harass me (he quit smoking around 15+ years ago).

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Ah, Pall Mall unfiltered. My Grandfather, a great man and a Korean War vet chain smoked them. He ended up dying much too soon mainly because of them. I'm glad to hear your Dad quit!

Chris L

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Originally Posted by gregs656

two stroke!

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Ohhhhh YEAH! especially when you use castor oil :)

Also the smell of my father,s truck when he was a logger, a mixture of diesel, 2stroke, saw dust, oil, dirt and gum leaves.

I love the smell of really old cheddar cheese...mmmm....I remember I had some 6 year old cheese in the fridge for a while in a sealed container. Even if I just cracked the lid open a little my girlfriend could smell it from across the room and it really grossed her out.....'tis the smell of perfection, my dear!

I love the smell of my own fart.

Many times in the past, I have gone rabbit hunting on a frosty morning. A 'grass sort of crunches under your feet' morning. I mean the kind of morning when, if you breathed in through your nose, the air was cold enough that you could 'feel' it at the 'rim' of your nostrils. On days like that, the smell just after firing my shotgun was really pleasant.
For several years I raised a garden every summer. On a hot day, the smell of dirt in the air, just after I had run the tiller between the rows of potatoes, to loosen dirt so I could 'hill' it up on my potatoes, is something I could never get enough of.
I always liked the smell of a tomato plant.
My favorite days are the ones when the sky is a solid leaden overcast and there is a hard drizzle falling. The smell of rain in the air on those days is much better than perfume!
One of the 'perks' of working leather is the smell of the stuff.
I like the smell that is produced by striking steel against flint, when I start a fire with flint and steel.
The scent that only lives inside the cab of an old, OLD truck.
The smell of Black Powder being fired.
Bacon frying...and bread baking.
The smell of my Wife's hair.
These all take me back to 'better days.' I was younger, healthy and strong.

There is one sound that can never be mistaken for another. The sound of an anvil ringing when hot steel is being forged on it. Another memory from better days.

Regards,

Jeeter

I like the smell of old razor coffins & the smell when tapering Port Orford cedar arrow shafts.
Oh wait , you said "odd" :p

The smell of blood and burned gunpowder when field dressing a deer.