Fresh bread! I live near a wonder bread factory and love the smell when i go by it.

 

The smell of the epoxy or whatever the resin is that holds together a broken windshield. Whenever I get a whiff of something similar, I get quasi-flashbacks of when I flipped a car over 12 years ago (no real injuries, though, just my pride).

Heck, I use smell to identify paints. I can tell flat from eggshell from semi-gloss in a given brand of paint and color just by the smell.

What I don't like is when I drive by the local Subaru plant and I can tell they are doing something with solvents--I can smell some sort of ketone emanating from the plant. It gives me a sort of mini-headache.

Jason

 

Ahh, those great smells that instantly jog your memory and bring you back to a specific time or place........................

Grandma's house
My Sicilian grandmother was an awesome cook! She was constantly either cooking or baking. When you opened the door to her house, the Aroma was always wonderful and inviting. It's funny that I can't describe it, but I've only been to one Italian restaurant where that smell was identical as soon as you walked in the door.

The old hardware store
Back when I was a kid, I was my dad's shadow. He used to take me to the local hardware store in our neighborhood. You know, the one that had the old wooden screen door (I can still hear that spring when it opened or closed). They had oak barrels full of nails, & wooden bins full of screws. The floor was oak, and it always had sawdust on it. Yet another smell that I can't describe. I walked into an old hardware store a couple years ago, and the smell instantly took me back.

The smell of pine
Instantly jogs old Christmas memories, and hunting trips in Maine.

 

The one thing that gets me every time is cooked cauliflower. Everey time I smell, I almost barf.

 

I love the smell of tires in an automotive shop, call me crazy but there is something about it that is soothing to me.

 

I still recall the smell of an alcohol fueled Ford 60 in a midget racer, mixed with the smell of burnt rubber and hot dogs.
Dono

 

The smell of black shoe polish takes my wife right back to boot-camp . She says it is a freaky feeling. Kinda makes her wanna somebody.

 

Hey WIZ427, I know the Wonder Bread Plant you mean. I used to live in Tampa, now in Lakeland, and I drove the crosstown to and from work every day for 5 years. I'd get hungry every morning just driving by!!

 

the smell of my ex

 

Ahh, the smell of burning flesh, hair and bone! Brings back memories of when I used to...oh never mind!

Actually, the smells that get to me are: The smell of the first rain as it dampens down the dust,
The smells of exhaust from burning alcohol or racing fuel,
Steaks on the barbi,
Freshly baked bread,
and many more. I won't get into the bad ones, too many to list. -TD

 

The smell of printers ink and blanket wash (a solvent to clean the printing press). I liked that job and had fun working as a printer!

The not so pleasant but very lasting smell is blood, beer and petroleum products mixed at the scene of and accident. Smell that all too often!

 

I love the smell of burning race fuel, especially methanol. Along those same lines, the whole smell of sprint car racing. The fuel burning, the tires, the food, the guy smoking his cigar next to me, chewing tobacco, and the sweet smell of victory when my favorite driver wins.

 

My first is auto-related, but not Ford...sorry but that's the deal.

Back in the '70s-'80s My grandfather had a Scout 800 ('67 or so) that was his hunting rig. It sat behind their house probably 340 days of the year, but during and around the various hunting and trapping seasons he'd putter around in it - sometimes with me along. I played in it almost every afternoon for a few years (I was maybe 5-6) when we lived around the corner from them. It had an old oil (REAL old & black, thick) smell, mixed with rubber hip-boots, marsh mud, bits of fur, and the smell of cracking vinyl seats stuffed with ???. He never drove more than about 25 mph because he didn't trust the steering linkage (as I recall), and never on the highway. Just out the back roads about 5 miles out of town to a piece of land he owned and then tunring onto the dirt path that lead down to the creek landing back in the woods, or to the head of the path that wound down to the river's edge where my Dad and I built him a duck blind one year. When I last rode in that rig I couldn't have been more than 10 or 12. Pop-pop passed away my senior year in high school after a long illness. My grandmother began a downward health spiral while I was away at college and one year I found out that she *gave* Pop-pop's Scout to her neighbor as a thank you for cutting her grass that year. My Mom rented that house out for a few years and just sold it earlier this year. The guy accross the street still has the Scout sitting in his yard with 2 flat tires last I looked. I've written letters and left notes a couple of times asking that he call me if he's ever willing to let it go but it looks like it will rust into dust before that happens.

Funny thing: A few years ago I was looking for a 'wheeling project rig and bought a '86 Jeep CJ-7 from a guy--and I was stupid about it. I spent too much and the rig needed lots of work to be as good as I wanted - plus I already had a built XJ that was an awesome rock-crawler but when I got in that CJ it smelled EXACTLY like Pop-pop's Scout. I don't know if that affected my decision but it then took me four years of inaction to decide to sell off the CJ at a loss.

Wish they'd put that smell in a bottle. Of course then I'd be sentimentally attached to whatever I sprayed it on so maybe that's not a good idea!

-Sam

 

I love the smell of partially/un-burnt fuel coming out of an old car!

 

The smell of a paint booth I just love the smell of a Body shop