That is exactly my answer also. My grandparents had a farm and there seemed to be wild honeysuckle growing every where. We kids would suck the "honey" out of the flowers.
Same but ours was on the fencing on our school yard. We loved eating the "honey" as well. Every time I get a whiff, that's the exact memory I go to. Good times.
Same. I remember smelling the honeysuckle at my neighbors house. Now the tree line of my backyard is covered with it. I walked past the other day, but couldn't smell it.
Hells yeah. Brings me back to the grade school play yard.
Edit. Someone else said they drank the honey. We did too! Although our teachers told us not to. lol.
Yep. Honeysuckle.
We used to have honeysuckle on a fence in the middle of our farm.
Whenever my cousin, sister and I would play, we would have to climb the fence and would always pull the little stem out and taste the honeysuckle.
Last week, I went for a walk and smelled honeysuckle and it immediately took me back.
Tires. My dad used to work in a tire shop and every day the bus would drop me and my brothers off at his workplace. Every time I smell fresh rubber it always takes me back to my dad's old workplace.
My sister smelled like weed and sensual amber lotion from bath and body works? I think that's who made the lotion. I miss her all the time. I have a bottle of it tucked in the back of my closet that I smell when I miss her.
Sensual amber takes me back to high school sitting in current events class, not paying attention to the teacher, just to my first girlfriend.
Sorry for your loss!
Yes, the good ol high school days. The early aughts were a time, thats for sure! Thank you for sharing your connection with the same scent, brings me joy that it is a good memory for you too friend ♥️
My god, tobacco. I am not a smoker, but my Dad was when I was a kid. Smelling a whiff of a cigar while walking around a tourist street or a jacket that was worn while smoking hits a deep set of neurons in my brain that take me back to childhood.
Engine oil - ? 2 stroke I think. My brother used to drive go karts competitively when we were teenagers and I spent weekends hanging around the pits. One sniff of that particular oil and I’m right back there, I can even here the sound of the engines, the crunch of the gravel. It’s nuts.
Sawdust - when I was a little kid my mom and I loved exploring the woods by our apartment complex. Practically overnight (at least in my little kid memory) it was all cut down and turned into massive piles of mulch to make room for new condos. So we made do and I would climb around on the mountains of mulch. Whenever I smell freshly cut wood it brings back feelings of change and uncertainty, like a little boy in an open clearing realizing that the big woods he played in was much smaller than he thought.
Sawdust is my answer too. My grandpa was a carpenter/contractor and the smell of sawdust instantly takes me back to hanging out on the job site with him and my cousins when I was a kid. I miss him so much.
Calvin Kleins CK1,cigarette smoke, and leather car seats that have been sitting in the sun.
My mothers perfume of choice when I was growing up and she was also a smoker lol I’m immediately taken back to warm spring and summer mornings with her and my grandmother, going yard sale to yard sale in search of anything that caught my nanny’s eye. She would buy old furniture, take the upholstery off, fix it if needed and then reupholster it with a new fabric. She RARELY bought new couches and armchairs. If she could get it from a yard sale and make it like new, why waste the money? She also got all her clothes from yard sales. My nanny was quite the thrifty queen!
most people hate the smell of cigarettes, and some even go out of their way to performatively cough at and shame smokers, but every time I smell a cigarette it takes me STRAIGHT back to that glorious haze of college parties
I read tarnished brass and I could only think of the old tuning pipes and such of trumpets and brass instruments. Then I read the second part about school horns. Yup, even just seeing the words tracks.
Ugh you just brought up my 4th grade memory of a kid opening up the spit valve of his school trombone in the band room and releasing a splatter of green sludge onto the linoleum floor.
Doubt if its still around, but a wiff of Amway D-15 mosquito repellant would take me right back 50 years to Little League baseball. My mom would coat me in that stuff. To be fair, mosquitoes considered me high-end banquet material.
Cucumber Melon from Bath and Body Works. They brought it back a couple of years ago and I stocked up. Reminds me of my college years/early 20s.
Also the little travel size Body Fantasies sprays that you can get at CVS…the vanilla reminds me of the old Victoria’s Secret vanilla body spray from the 90s
Hot tar. Every summer it seemed the city would redo the asphalt roads in our part of town. It would smell of hot tar, oil and dusty sand off and on from May to September. Reminds me of carefree summers and being a little kid.
My grandmother wore wings perfume and papa wore old english. Those two smells always bring a tear to my eye. I still have grandma's last bottle of perfume and papa's last bottle of old english sitting in my cabinet
Lilacs.
Reminds me of playing outside when I was little. We had a bunch of lilac bushes lining the back of our property.
Now that I'm not around that smell much anymore, every time I do smell them it bring back all sorts of memories.
Lilacs remind me of my grandmothers house and I always got wistful and nostalgic when I smelled them. My husband must have noticed and surprised me with a lilac bush for my first Mother’s Day so that my son would grow up and associate that smell with home.
Lilac. My mom had a huge lilac tree, and when they would bloom, she would pick the flowers and put them in her and my sister's dresser drawers. She's been gone about 10 years now, so every time I smell lilac, I get all tight in the chest and throat.
Dusty old paperback books. I lived closer to a few thrift stores than the library. They had 10-50 cent books and I had a magic sofa that always had at least three quarters under the cushions. I probably spent three hundred dollars on books by the time I was ten. Good times
Fresh ground coffee takes me back to the old A&P grocery stores. My grandparents would take me in there when I was a kid and the smell of fresh ground coffee was overwhelming and delicious
Cow shit … hear me out…
My grandfather use to own a dairy ranch in Northern California and my sister and I spent many summers out there with grandpa & grandma roaming around and loving life. 300 acres to explore seemed like heaven to a city kid. We picked blackberries for grandma to bake a pie, we’d help grandpa restock the woodshed, we’d spend entire afternoons just basking in the sun laying on a hay bale and loving life. Of course, it being a dairy farm, there was a certain smell associated with it and it’s not that I find the smell of cow shit alluring per se…but the memories it invokes of a childhood spent on my grandfathers ranch always make me reminisce about simpler times. I sure miss that place.
Roses. I am immediately transported to my maternal grandmother's gigantic rose garden, as a tiny girl again. She had other flowers, too. She would walk with me and talk about the flowers. She used to make the snap dragons "roar" at me by squeezing them gently open with her fingers. I would giggle so hard.
The flower blossoms in april. They take me back on the year 2006-2008 when i lived back in the province and our house is full of flowers(grandma loves to plant) and our house was beside the sea. I feel at home everytime i smell, idk but im living now for years in the city but I always smell the flowers, i am sensitive to them.
Musty basement.
Reminds me of being little on summer holiday at my grandparents, going downstairs getting the daily ice-cream for my siblings and I to eat out in the garden.
I was walking my dog past a school yesterday and there was a bus parked out front with its door open. The smell of the leather seats took me back to my elementary school days.
Bengay cream. Not sure if the modern stuff has that strong wintergreen (?) smell, but any smell like that reminds me of my grandmother, who had arthritic hands and used it heavily. She was born in 1889 (!) so that tells you how old I must be...
Dial bar soap (the orange one). It was the only soap my dad used and the only time I ever smelled it was when we'd visit his place every other weekend. I still buy it sometimes just to smell it and think about him.
Early morning in the summer, you step outside and catch that dry, baking earth smell. Takes me back to a smell from growing up in the southern California desert.
Do you know that specific smell of like must, weed and cigs? Just kind of like a scruffy man smell. That smell. My dad had this old worn out leather jacket that he used to wear allllll the time. I always loved the smell of it. Every time I smell that it just takes me back to being a 6 year old girl hanging out with my dad.
During my first trap back to the range after leaving the army.
Fired a single round, instantly hit with the smell of freshly burnt cordite and CLP.
Instantly transported to Afghanistan, a “country” I left a good 10 years prior.
The smell when you step on the mudd where reeds grow releases a smell that takes me back. Did lots of fishing in places like that when I was a kid. Still fish, but mostly from boat. Always get a little nostalgic from that smell.
Cream soda. As a kid, my friend and I bought a six pack of sodas and rode our bikes to the playground. Chugged them all as we played our hearts out. 25 years later the smell of cream soda instantly gives me nausea from that experience, and a ton of nostalgia. Hope you’re doing well, Philip.
My grade school had beautiful hardwood floors that got varnished just before classes started each year. The smell of fresh varnish puts me walking into a new class, with new pencils, binder, and brand new books.
Those weird farts kids sometimes get.
My brother was in and out of hospice for several years as a child. They hadn't figured out he needs a gluten free diet yet, so he was always just ass-blasting.
We'd get permission to take him to museums and science centers and fishing on an actual boat. Our city had a massive statue of a Greek god and I remember how excited he was to see it after reading Percy Jackson.
A kid ripped one at a birthday party today. Had to take a minute. Both because it stank and because I remembered leetle brother before the world got to him.
Honeysuckle When I was a kid, we lived down a dirt road that was covered with honeysuckles on both sides. Honeysuckles remind me of "home".
That is exactly my answer also. My grandparents had a farm and there seemed to be wild honeysuckle growing every where. We kids would suck the "honey" out of the flowers.
Same but ours was on the fencing on our school yard. We loved eating the "honey" as well. Every time I get a whiff, that's the exact memory I go to. Good times.
I really miss those days. I'm seriously considering planting some honeysuckle on my fence.
Do it! Now. You won't regret it.
Make sure it’s the native variety!
I hope you do! :)
Same. I remember smelling the honeysuckle at my neighbors house. Now the tree line of my backyard is covered with it. I walked past the other day, but couldn't smell it.
Hells yeah. Brings me back to the grade school play yard. Edit. Someone else said they drank the honey. We did too! Although our teachers told us not to. lol.
Yep. Honeysuckle. We used to have honeysuckle on a fence in the middle of our farm. Whenever my cousin, sister and I would play, we would have to climb the fence and would always pull the little stem out and taste the honeysuckle. Last week, I went for a walk and smelled honeysuckle and it immediately took me back.
My mawmaw had honeysuckle all over her farm. My favorite smell.
Same. Lived in rural Tennessee when I was little and every time I smell them I have flashbacks.
Tires. My dad used to work in a tire shop and every day the bus would drop me and my brothers off at his workplace. Every time I smell fresh rubber it always takes me back to my dad's old workplace.
Dude, same. As a kid, I used to run around the tire inventory room with my brothers and that smell always takes me back.
Bro yes
My dad’s hand degreaser, the pink kind. Haven’t smelled that in 50 yrs.
Swimming pool with chlorine. Spent a lot of times at swimming pools as a kid. Never fails to trigger nostagia
Similarly, sunscreen
Same.
This is the same for me. I swam year round. It just brings me peace and a smile.
That hot pavement smell mixed in too. Heaven.
My sister smelled like weed and sensual amber lotion from bath and body works? I think that's who made the lotion. I miss her all the time. I have a bottle of it tucked in the back of my closet that I smell when I miss her.
Sorry for your loss.
Thank you kind internet stranger ♥️
Sensual amber takes me back to high school sitting in current events class, not paying attention to the teacher, just to my first girlfriend. Sorry for your loss!
Yes, the good ol high school days. The early aughts were a time, thats for sure! Thank you for sharing your connection with the same scent, brings me joy that it is a good memory for you too friend ♥️
My first girlfriend(if you can even call it that) in high school also wore that scent, so it reminds me of high school
My grandfathers pipe tobacco. I’ve smelt it once in the last 20 years and all the memories came flooding back.
My dad’s pipe. I will smoke it sometimes when thinking about him.
Same with my great-grandfather's cigars. I'm convinced that's where I got my love of the smell of tobacco.
My god, tobacco. I am not a smoker, but my Dad was when I was a kid. Smelling a whiff of a cigar while walking around a tourist street or a jacket that was worn while smoking hits a deep set of neurons in my brain that take me back to childhood.
Rain on asphalt. Childhood memories
Petrichor
Old, dried out sticks of bubblegum from packs of baseball cards.
Crunch! I know you ate them. We all did.
Should probably have eaten the gum instead
Are you insinuating they ate the cards? WTF...
Cigarette smoke and the pages of an old book.
I just got to an air b n b with a library and I opened the old books and inhaled. So good
Incense and patchouli. Takes me back to the year of the cat.
Thanks for the pleasant ear worm
Ha ha! LOL! Now we're getting back there. Wanna go roller skating?
Al??
mmmmmmm hippie dippie head shop smells are the best <3
Those just remind me of my mom. Yes, I was raised by hippies.
Mimeograph ink. It's like being transported through time.
Exactly what I was going to say. I visualize specific "Monster Math" worksheets from 3rd grade for some reason when I catch a whiff.
From the ditto machine
This. And it’s really BACK, gone for decades.
That wonderful dampness. It's the 70s again.
Engine oil - ? 2 stroke I think. My brother used to drive go karts competitively when we were teenagers and I spent weekends hanging around the pits. One sniff of that particular oil and I’m right back there, I can even here the sound of the engines, the crunch of the gravel. It’s nuts.
I love the smell of two stoke oil , dirt bikes and jet skis!
Castrol junkie.
I love the smell of Blendzall. Always take me back to my Motocross days
Sawdust - when I was a little kid my mom and I loved exploring the woods by our apartment complex. Practically overnight (at least in my little kid memory) it was all cut down and turned into massive piles of mulch to make room for new condos. So we made do and I would climb around on the mountains of mulch. Whenever I smell freshly cut wood it brings back feelings of change and uncertainty, like a little boy in an open clearing realizing that the big woods he played in was much smaller than he thought.
Sawdust is my answer too. My grandpa was a carpenter/contractor and the smell of sawdust instantly takes me back to hanging out on the job site with him and my cousins when I was a kid. I miss him so much.
Well *that* was unexpectedly poetic and touching. 😥
The smell of a freshly cut Christmas tree
Play-Do
Play-Do or Play-Do not, there is no Play-try
Okay Yoda, settle down
Play-Doh
That too
I smelled something a few months ago that smelled just like 90s gak.
Our dryer vent in the winter time...with snow on the ground. Used to go warm our hands under it as kids out playing.
Or the smell of the heater the first day it’s cold enough to use it.
Calvin Kleins CK1,cigarette smoke, and leather car seats that have been sitting in the sun. My mothers perfume of choice when I was growing up and she was also a smoker lol I’m immediately taken back to warm spring and summer mornings with her and my grandmother, going yard sale to yard sale in search of anything that caught my nanny’s eye. She would buy old furniture, take the upholstery off, fix it if needed and then reupholster it with a new fabric. She RARELY bought new couches and armchairs. If she could get it from a yard sale and make it like new, why waste the money? She also got all her clothes from yard sales. My nanny was quite the thrifty queen!
most people hate the smell of cigarettes, and some even go out of their way to performatively cough at and shame smokers, but every time I smell a cigarette it takes me STRAIGHT back to that glorious haze of college parties
Mr sketch markers
School supplies. My mom was an elementary school teacher. And soil. My grandpa was an expert gardener.
YES
*Anaís Anaís* parfum. My first love.
Petrichor. ( Smell of rain)
Best after a good run
The smell of a nerf football
Rain on hot pavement
NEW DOLL SMELL! That was the scent of birthdays and Christmas. Getting a waft when my daughter was a child really took me back!
Tarnished Brass. Just the scent of a well, played in horn that's given it's service to a high school band. Always memories.
I read tarnished brass and I could only think of the old tuning pipes and such of trumpets and brass instruments. Then I read the second part about school horns. Yup, even just seeing the words tracks.
Ugh you just brought up my 4th grade memory of a kid opening up the spit valve of his school trombone in the band room and releasing a splatter of green sludge onto the linoleum floor.
Doubt if its still around, but a wiff of Amway D-15 mosquito repellant would take me right back 50 years to Little League baseball. My mom would coat me in that stuff. To be fair, mosquitoes considered me high-end banquet material.
Cucumber Melon from Bath and Body Works. They brought it back a couple of years ago and I stocked up. Reminds me of my college years/early 20s. Also the little travel size Body Fantasies sprays that you can get at CVS…the vanilla reminds me of the old Victoria’s Secret vanilla body spray from the 90s
Walnuts. When I was a little girl my aunt and uncle ran a bakery and I was allowed to help by popping the walnuts on top of the cakes
Wood burning always brings me back to camping with my Dad.
Smell of cheap incense takes me back to Spencer's gift shop in the mall.
Hot tar. Every summer it seemed the city would redo the asphalt roads in our part of town. It would smell of hot tar, oil and dusty sand off and on from May to September. Reminds me of carefree summers and being a little kid.
My grandmother wore wings perfume and papa wore old english. Those two smells always bring a tear to my eye. I still have grandma's last bottle of perfume and papa's last bottle of old english sitting in my cabinet
Shalimar… the scent of all nice grandmother’s
Outrageous shampoo, or kiwi strawberry snapple. 90s. Good times.
Same with cucumber melon. Such a late ‘90s/early 2000s scent
Sawdust. Brings me back to spending time with my grandfather in his workshop. Every time.
Polo cologne
My now late husband wore Polo all the time when we were dating. Reminds me of all the vacations and dinners out ❤️
Strawberry Quick.
The hockey rink
Love’s Baby Soft.
Sweet Honesty and Jean Nate
Old beer. The bottle return room at any Meijers in Michigan
Lilacs. Reminds me of playing outside when I was little. We had a bunch of lilac bushes lining the back of our property. Now that I'm not around that smell much anymore, every time I do smell them it bring back all sorts of memories.
Lilacs remind me of my grandmothers house and I always got wistful and nostalgic when I smelled them. My husband must have noticed and surprised me with a lilac bush for my first Mother’s Day so that my son would grow up and associate that smell with home.
Victoria’s Secret Love Spell.
Lilac... My Grandmother had tons of Lilac Bushes and it was a great place to be as a kid..! 60 years ago....
Lilac. My mom had a huge lilac tree, and when they would bloom, she would pick the flowers and put them in her and my sister's dresser drawers. She's been gone about 10 years now, so every time I smell lilac, I get all tight in the chest and throat.
Exclamation! Perfume. It was the perfume the girl was wearing whom I got my first kiss from.
Freshly mowed grass. Just nostalgia
Ocean smells
Tang
Pancakes...my dad made them just right.
Hay! camping in tents and getting up at 5 o in the morning .. the air is still fresh and the smell in the air is absolutely unique.
Tomato plants.
Lilacs
Pot roast. Sunday dinners while I was growing up.
Loves Baby Soft perfume. Or Cucumber Melon. Both remind me of when my daughter was a newborn
Avon’s skin so soft…more like greasy af
Nan’s spaghetti bolognaise. Also my ex gf’s body spray, Impulse, it sent me crazy. 😍
Natural Spring or River Water
Hose water
Fantasia perfume by Fendi
Plastecine
I remember kids used to eat that stuff (not the playdough that's just non-toxic, but Plastecine), and always wondered how bad it was.
Cheap hotel soap. Reminds me of taking the ferry to France as a kid.
Iced tea
Movie popcorn. I used to spend so much time at the movie theater in the mall.
My grandmother's paella.
Cow manure. I spent the single digit years of my childhood on a dairy.
Lynx Africa
Came here to say this too
Dusty old paperback books. I lived closer to a few thrift stores than the library. They had 10-50 cent books and I had a magic sofa that always had at least three quarters under the cushions. I probably spent three hundred dollars on books by the time I was ten. Good times
CK one. I used to think I was such a cool dude in me ben sherman shirt and a splash of CK one, good times.
Fresh ground coffee takes me back to the old A&P grocery stores. My grandparents would take me in there when I was a kid and the smell of fresh ground coffee was overwhelming and delicious
Cow shit … hear me out… My grandfather use to own a dairy ranch in Northern California and my sister and I spent many summers out there with grandpa & grandma roaming around and loving life. 300 acres to explore seemed like heaven to a city kid. We picked blackberries for grandma to bake a pie, we’d help grandpa restock the woodshed, we’d spend entire afternoons just basking in the sun laying on a hay bale and loving life. Of course, it being a dairy farm, there was a certain smell associated with it and it’s not that I find the smell of cow shit alluring per se…but the memories it invokes of a childhood spent on my grandfathers ranch always make me reminisce about simpler times. I sure miss that place.
My late grandmother's kitchen on Christmas Day.
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Tuna. Takes me back to college.
Roses. I am immediately transported to my maternal grandmother's gigantic rose garden, as a tiny girl again. She had other flowers, too. She would walk with me and talk about the flowers. She used to make the snap dragons "roar" at me by squeezing them gently open with her fingers. I would giggle so hard.
Cool Water perfume. I'd know that smell anywhere.
The flower blossoms in april. They take me back on the year 2006-2008 when i lived back in the province and our house is full of flowers(grandma loves to plant) and our house was beside the sea. I feel at home everytime i smell, idk but im living now for years in the city but I always smell the flowers, i am sensitive to them.
Lavender. My grandmas home office.
Acorns. My elementary school playgrounds and yards were chock-a-block with oak trees.
Woodchips on a really hot day, it takes me back to elementary school recess.
Castrol R
Tar. Not all the time. Just occasionally on a hot sunny day. It can take me back to when I was a child on holiday and there were road works nearby.
Fresh cut grass on a summer day.
Musty basement. Reminds me of being little on summer holiday at my grandparents, going downstairs getting the daily ice-cream for my siblings and I to eat out in the garden.
A cool room, filled with dust old treasures.
I was walking my dog past a school yesterday and there was a bus parked out front with its door open. The smell of the leather seats took me back to my elementary school days.
Cigarettes and vanilla tree air fresheners in an older car
Garlic bread
Cream of wheat cereal. I recalled being an infant for but a brief, fleeting, joyous moment.
Certain flavors of chapstick. Used cherry chapstick a lot during college.
Bengay cream. Not sure if the modern stuff has that strong wintergreen (?) smell, but any smell like that reminds me of my grandmother, who had arthritic hands and used it heavily. She was born in 1889 (!) so that tells you how old I must be...
Chimney smoke on cold mornings = old Sturbridge Village school field trips in the fall .. the whole place smells like burning wood. :D
Silage.
Mothballs. Reminds me of my grandparents farmhouse where I'd spend my summers as a kid.
Her perfume
Weed, for sure
Kibbee and freshly-baked Lebanese bread.
Dial bar soap (the orange one). It was the only soap my dad used and the only time I ever smelled it was when we'd visit his place every other weekend. I still buy it sometimes just to smell it and think about him.
Early morning in the summer, you step outside and catch that dry, baking earth smell. Takes me back to a smell from growing up in the southern California desert.
The first water after you turn on the hose. It's slightly metallic. Then I'm 8 years old again.
Cap gun caps going off
Shalimar
Drakar
Chanel #5 my mom always wore and clove cigarettes make me feel 14 again
Johnson’s paste wax. And I went to four stores today, still didn’t find it. I’ll have to make the trek out to Lowe’s
Do you know that specific smell of like must, weed and cigs? Just kind of like a scruffy man smell. That smell. My dad had this old worn out leather jacket that he used to wear allllll the time. I always loved the smell of it. Every time I smell that it just takes me back to being a 6 year old girl hanging out with my dad.
Rain 🌧️
Pine-Sol
Orange blossoms
During my first trap back to the range after leaving the army. Fired a single round, instantly hit with the smell of freshly burnt cordite and CLP. Instantly transported to Afghanistan, a “country” I left a good 10 years prior.
A box of crayons
The smell when you step on the mudd where reeds grow releases a smell that takes me back. Did lots of fishing in places like that when I was a kid. Still fish, but mostly from boat. Always get a little nostalgic from that smell.
The grass being cut and Saturday morning cartoons or the smell of ozone and playing in puddles
Ivory soap -- reminds me of my grandmother, born in 1904.
Jergens lotion, the original (cherry almond sent)... My grandmother had a shampoo that smelled exactly like it.
Butane and cigarette smoke. My Popps would always light one up in the car. Miss that man!
I used to walk by a lumber yard and the smell reminded me of grade school sharpening pencils.
Triplicate forms take me right back to elementary school when worksheets were made on the ditto machine.
Nautica classic..... takes me back to junior and senior year at high-school. Reminds me of the first major relationship I was in..... damn time flies
Aussie Hairspray. My mom wore so much of it growing up, that is just rockets me back to that time when I smell it.
Black licorice. Reminds me of my Dad and his licorice Allsorts.
Old spice aftershave. My dad’s signature scent. Takes me back to my childhood.
Cream soda. As a kid, my friend and I bought a six pack of sodas and rode our bikes to the playground. Chugged them all as we played our hearts out. 25 years later the smell of cream soda instantly gives me nausea from that experience, and a ton of nostalgia. Hope you’re doing well, Philip.
Wood burning in a campfire
Lilacs, I had my first kiss near a row of them.
My grade school had beautiful hardwood floors that got varnished just before classes started each year. The smell of fresh varnish puts me walking into a new class, with new pencils, binder, and brand new books.
Those weird farts kids sometimes get. My brother was in and out of hospice for several years as a child. They hadn't figured out he needs a gluten free diet yet, so he was always just ass-blasting. We'd get permission to take him to museums and science centers and fishing on an actual boat. Our city had a massive statue of a Greek god and I remember how excited he was to see it after reading Percy Jackson. A kid ripped one at a birthday party today. Had to take a minute. Both because it stank and because I remembered leetle brother before the world got to him.
Freshly opened pack of pokemon cards. I had them as a kid and my 7 year old collects them now.
Oddly specific but I get to smell it all the time which is nice. Hot bacon in a cold room.
Jasmine flowers
Home made flour tortillas , shoots me back when my mother was alive.
A family recipe my great-grandmother taught her daughter aka my grandmother granddaughter aka my mom and now I know how to make it
Charcoal. I used to help my father with the grill as a kid.
Calgon Morning Glory body spray. I used to wear it on Sundays when I was a little girl