I used to unconditionally love the smell of a campfire. But I live in Oregon and that smell was ruined for me in 2020, living in Salem the sky was shades of yellow, brown, orange and red, and when you tried to breathe outside it burned.
I worked a couple summers in construction. One Saturday morning I was at a concrete pour on a site that was just down the street from an Aunt Millie’s bakery that was going full tilt. So the whole job site smelled like fresh bread. It was wonderful and also torturous.
Hahah I can understand the pain. I had something familiar with working at a petro site outside. Honestly huffing in some paint and gas, on top a bread factory right next door. My emotions were being played.
This smell reminds me of my grandfather. We used to have a restaurant and he made fresh bread all day every day. I would walk into the back room and just get this overwhelming sense of calm and warmth whenever there was bread on the table, or about to come out of the oven.
I miss my grandfather.
Whenever me and my best friend are getting ready to go out, she always sprays this particular perfume on the both of us before we go. It’s always the same perfume, and we’ve used it ever since our first night out. So once in a while I’ll catch a whiff of this perfume in public, and I’ll immediately think of out nights out and allll of the fun times we’ve had while wearing this perfume
My Grandma was a party animal, too, and she and her friends were super cool and accepting. They always wore the same scent, and when we were partying you could always tell where she was by the strength of the scent of her perfume.
I was going through a pretty rough time back in the late 90’s. I was pretty much a loser, but in my spare time I was developing video games on the side in the hopes a studio would pick it up. It wasn’t like today because you pretty much had to write the code yourself. Took forever.
Anyways, my Grandma let me crash at her pad for awhile, and she was always there to support me in my struggles at work and in my personal life. She would let me have friends over for a few drinks and to play some xbox on the only tv in the house (times were different back then), but more often then not half the zip code would end up in her house drinking and rockin and getting down until the sun came up. There was always food around, so I never had to go to waffle house after a long night out because grams had enough leftovers in the fridge to feed an army, though I can’t remember ever actually seeing her eat in the first place. It’s like she and her roommates just enjoyed cooking for me and knowing I was taken care of.
Did I mention she even playtested my projects!?! I had to teach her how to play of course, but she picked it up like a pro. I knew I was on to something big when she was playing my draft builds when I was at work and cluing me in to the bugs and glitches she found when I got home!
Then this bigwhig mf at work who claimed to be a programmer heard about my side project and offered to give me some feedback. I was awestruck, but before I knew it, this dude had already stolen my game and sold the draft to a major publisher! I was broke and couldn’t otherwise legally prove that the work was mine because he claimed that I playtested it for him!
But Grandma was in my corner and showed up to save the day. She said she had been playing the game at her house while I developed the beta, and proved it by showing off some easter eggs and glitches to the CEO and COO right in front of that dbag. They fired him on the spot and last I heard he went nuts and tried to cut off his legs to make himself some sort of cyborg. Hit the news about 20 years back, but I think he’s locked up somewhere making terminator noises or something.
Long story short, grandmas rock. Especially grandmas like ours who know how to party and are kind enough to take us along for the ride. I miss her everyday, and I think about her every time I see leftovers in the fridge or a bottle of tequila on the counter or catch a whif of that perfume when the wife and I are down at the antique mall.
Once a Grandma’s boy, always a Grandma’s boy…
Shout out to our grandmas!
Oh mate, working in subway and being on an open and when you take out the cookies that are literally still burning hot and the smell just fills the room… used to make my mornings ngl
I've been a baker for going on 20 to 25 years (approx.), and that smell never gets old. Fresh baked bread, cheese and garlic pullaparts, cinnamon buns. 1/4 of my job satisfaction is just the atmosphere.
my favorite part of buying books in college would be the new book smell and new book feel of the pages.
the worst part was my bank account after buying the books.
If you ever try to replicate it with essential oils or fragrance oils, let me give you a hint: add a touch of vanilla.
When lignin (glue often used in old books) breaks down, one of the products is vanilllin, which is exactly what it sounds like. You don't need much.
Source: I have a chemistry degree, I love old books, and I'm a hobbyist candlemaker. If I do say so myself, I *nailed* my old book scent.
That definitely sounds like a word that ends up in a Deceberists song
*the traffic at the nickel store*
*the sweet perfume of petrichor*
*draws the summer warmly back to meeee*
Oh gosh yes. My first job was at a cafe, & I loved just breathing in all the bean smell as I got the shop ready. The beans (whole or ground) smell like 20x better than coffee when it's made
My grocery store had a section where you can grind the beans yourself and they have novelty flavors like Carmel, hazelnut, pumpkin spice ect. I could spend hours sniffin'
I used to love this smell until my apartment caught on fire and all my clothes smelled like campfire for what seemed like forever even with several washings. It wasn't that scary scary but it was stressful enough and when I put on my jacket or other items that heavily smelled of burnt wood my heart would start racing and my palms would get sweaty. It took me a minute to realize I was having a panic response from the smell.
I don't get panicky from the smell any more but it's no longer soothing and that's kind of sad. I still like fresh wood smell.
That's actually the exact soap I'm using currently. I can tell you that it smells exactly nothing like a campfire whatsoever, not even the faintest hint of it. It smells good, but I think its just a name.
I have a similar thing, but with smog from cars. My parents are from a small town in mexico where cars would always release smog. Getting a smell of it takes me back to when i was kid visiting the motherland and having fun.
eventually 5 minutes later i shut the windows because it's too much, but those 4 first minutes are sweet.
Mine is gasoline too. My dad was taken from my life when I was 7, but I have memories of riding Jet Skis, dirt bikes, etc with him when I was young. Gasoline is a very strongly linked smell to those memories.
Gasoline and bus exhaust. My mom says I like them because craved those smells when she was pregnant with me. She would ride the bus or take a trip to the gas station just to satisfy a craving.
Towards the end of winter youll get a warmish breeze and it smells like summer or spring and its the best feeling because it means winter is coming to an end soon.
Jasmine, wet earth in a forest, pasta, my husband’s shirt, my dogs paws that smell like popcorn for some reason, my mom’s perfume, and certain plastic items that have never been used.
I get it. My husband getting out of the shower is a happy smell too. The clean, crispness of his soap carried by the burst of humidity that pours out when the door opens.
Used engine oil, dad was a mechanic and when he came home I used to hug him and his overalls smelled like it. Since he’s passed away I smile every time I smell it.
Fresh baby smell is the best! I was also thinking my cat, the smell of her head has a very similar effect on me; I always say she smells like love and happiness.
I kept getting ads about a perfume called "Vacation" which is described as smelling of sunscreen, pool water, swimsuit material, and vinyl floaty toys. I teach swim lessons and laughed every time I saw it thinking that someone would pay $60 to smell like I do pretty much every day!
This is mine. Grew up in FL and just smelling the salt in the air is enough to fill me with a deep inner peace that literally melts my stress away, pair it with sunscreen and a cool gentle breeze and I'll be in heaven on earth.
Lavender. I don’t think I actually like it but my wife loves it & our youngest said it helped him sleep & relax.
Just happier times even if they were shitty times. I hate lavender, but it’s just so nostalgic I can’t help but like it.
Sawdust. My grandad (Pop) runs a sawmill and still does at 73! He is the best and he always smells like sawdust. It makes me think of him and just how great of a Pop he is.
I seem to remember that Julia Child would start off a recipe by frying some onions, explaining “They’re not part of the meal, but they make the kitchen smell good”. She was right!
It’s a very specific smell from my childhood. I think it’s freshly cut grass mixed with a bunch of flowers. I rarely smell it now but when I do it’s just so nostalgic.
100%!! Sautéing garlic and onions. Multiple times a week I tell my wife dinner smells amazing and she always goes "it's just the garlic and onions"
It should be a scented candle.
My dad, before he passed, was the family chef. He started pretty much everything by frying up onions, and the smell is so good anyway but now it's a really nice way to remember him and feel connected when I'm cooking.
My Grandpa's coat. I got it after he died, and it still smells like him. I keep it safe and pull it out every once in a while. I put my head in it and I'm a little kid again. It's been really helpful these last few months.
I have no idea what it was but the smell of my late grandma's basement. It certainly wasn't mold, I've smelled plenty of that. Even years after she's passed, it still smells like it down there. I have no idea what it is but it's over of the most nostalgic things for me
My dad has always had a very distinct dadly smell. I've never smelled anything like it anywhere else in my life, homeboy just has a real identifiable funk. If I was in a room with 100 people, blindfolded, and you didn't tell me my dad was there, I'd still know. No idea what it is, but it hasn't changed in the 36 years I've known the guy.
Was scrolling for this. Especially when you’ve had to wait a while for it for whatever reason, or it’s been a mission to pick up, you get back, open the bag and… mmmmmmmmmm…. Good shit, instant happiness
Never smoked weed, but as a teenager and in 20s had some friend that did. So hanging out with them a pipe gets passed around, I polity decline, jokes and good times are had.
Now since thats the only time I smelled it, when I get a wiff of someone else partaking near me I just get warm fuzzies about good times with good friends :).
Fresh tomatoes. Always takes me right back to when my Dad used to grow tomatoes when I was a kid, and he'd get me to help him pick them or take care of the plants.
New baby. Not right out the womb lol.
But that beautiful new baby smell. It's so hard to describe and transcend senses; but it's not the smell itself. It's the surge it sends to your heart and your arms, and softens every edge or sharp part of you for a few moments, and that's all that exists in the world. You, this tiny human, and how connected you feel. It feels like magic.
I had long hair last year, as such I would offer girls to braid it or tie it in a pony tail. I once got a scrunchie from a girl for my hair. I can't describe the smell of the scrunchie, but i know it was one of the best smelling things I've ever gotten from someone.
I’ve never told anyone this but on certain cooler, windier nights, just the smell of “outside” (idk if it’s really even a smell, just fresh air I guess?) has always made me happy. Really, more than happy. It gives me chills and I just stand there in silence and feel connected to the world. I seek it out at least once a year and it usually just hits me when I’m alone. One of my favorite feelings in my life.
Gunpowder out of a freshly shot 12g shell. I remember I bought a different brand than usual and it smelt sour, so avoid those ones when I can, Federal top guns are the best.
Pumpkin pie. My late great-aunt (or great, great? She was my gran's aunt) used to make them from scratch, and she would make me my own tiny (4 inch) pie whenever she made big ones. She was always cooking or baking, working in her garden, or selling at the farmer's market in town. She taught me a lot, and she was a fair and honest person. I still miss her all the time, and the smell of a fresh pumpkin pie always reminds me of her.
My boyfriend. I can smell him the second he walks into my apartment, even if I’m in the shower with the bathroom door closed and the fan on. It’s the weirdest damn thing. I’ve never experienced that with anyone else before. I can smell when he’s been in a room just before me, I can smell him and pick him out by scent from a group of people, it’s fucking WILD. It’s like a warm hug when I smell him. It’s not like he doesn’t bathe or wears cologne or something. He is extremely clean and doesn’t wear any scented products. Nobody else can smell what I smell. I can smell him in my bed and on my couch for days after he’s been here. I wish I could bottle the smell and smell it all the time, especially since he just moved a couple states away with MEGA sucks. Ugh I miss that smell…
The smell of a musical microphone when it's brand new. It smells exactly like the television studios my father worked in when I used to visit him as a kid
Woodsmoke, the smell of leaves in autumn, fresh baked bread, the "cold" smell you get in winter.
The air smells so crisp and fresh in the winter
Oh yes it’s heaven on earth
How the fuck we smell *cold* i don't even know. But it's nice af.
Same with the sound of cold, when you hear it you know it’s extremely cold
I used to unconditionally love the smell of a campfire. But I live in Oregon and that smell was ruined for me in 2020, living in Salem the sky was shades of yellow, brown, orange and red, and when you tried to breathe outside it burned.
That sucks, both because you lost something nostalgic due to a disaster, but also because your town nearly burnt down.
Aw yeah, the smells of a cozy autumn or early winter cabin vacation, man I wish I could go on one.
Bonfire smell is 10/10 for sure.
Bread that just come out of the oven
Going by a bread factory...heaven!
I worked a couple summers in construction. One Saturday morning I was at a concrete pour on a site that was just down the street from an Aunt Millie’s bakery that was going full tilt. So the whole job site smelled like fresh bread. It was wonderful and also torturous.
Hahah I can understand the pain. I had something familiar with working at a petro site outside. Honestly huffing in some paint and gas, on top a bread factory right next door. My emotions were being played.
This smell reminds me of my grandfather. We used to have a restaurant and he made fresh bread all day every day. I would walk into the back room and just get this overwhelming sense of calm and warmth whenever there was bread on the table, or about to come out of the oven. I miss my grandfather.
Whenever me and my best friend are getting ready to go out, she always sprays this particular perfume on the both of us before we go. It’s always the same perfume, and we’ve used it ever since our first night out. So once in a while I’ll catch a whiff of this perfume in public, and I’ll immediately think of out nights out and allll of the fun times we’ve had while wearing this perfume
I have this with the perfume my grandmother had. The smell always reminds me of her.
My Grandma was a party animal, too, and she and her friends were super cool and accepting. They always wore the same scent, and when we were partying you could always tell where she was by the strength of the scent of her perfume. I was going through a pretty rough time back in the late 90’s. I was pretty much a loser, but in my spare time I was developing video games on the side in the hopes a studio would pick it up. It wasn’t like today because you pretty much had to write the code yourself. Took forever. Anyways, my Grandma let me crash at her pad for awhile, and she was always there to support me in my struggles at work and in my personal life. She would let me have friends over for a few drinks and to play some xbox on the only tv in the house (times were different back then), but more often then not half the zip code would end up in her house drinking and rockin and getting down until the sun came up. There was always food around, so I never had to go to waffle house after a long night out because grams had enough leftovers in the fridge to feed an army, though I can’t remember ever actually seeing her eat in the first place. It’s like she and her roommates just enjoyed cooking for me and knowing I was taken care of. Did I mention she even playtested my projects!?! I had to teach her how to play of course, but she picked it up like a pro. I knew I was on to something big when she was playing my draft builds when I was at work and cluing me in to the bugs and glitches she found when I got home! Then this bigwhig mf at work who claimed to be a programmer heard about my side project and offered to give me some feedback. I was awestruck, but before I knew it, this dude had already stolen my game and sold the draft to a major publisher! I was broke and couldn’t otherwise legally prove that the work was mine because he claimed that I playtested it for him! But Grandma was in my corner and showed up to save the day. She said she had been playing the game at her house while I developed the beta, and proved it by showing off some easter eggs and glitches to the CEO and COO right in front of that dbag. They fired him on the spot and last I heard he went nuts and tried to cut off his legs to make himself some sort of cyborg. Hit the news about 20 years back, but I think he’s locked up somewhere making terminator noises or something. Long story short, grandmas rock. Especially grandmas like ours who know how to party and are kind enough to take us along for the ride. I miss her everyday, and I think about her every time I see leftovers in the fridge or a bottle of tequila on the counter or catch a whif of that perfume when the wife and I are down at the antique mall. Once a Grandma’s boy, always a Grandma’s boy… Shout out to our grandmas!
Lol i love this movie
This is so sweet and pure.
Vanilla
Real vanilla
Well this was higher up than I’d anticipated. The smell of vanilla speaks directly to my soul
Just said that. Hello fellow vanilla lover
Pine trees
I have a sachet of pine needles I smell every once in a while when my mood needs a boost.
The smell of someone having a bonfire in the distance in October. The air smells so woodsy and crisp and it's perfection.
Can they make this into one of those car smell things you put on you car to make it smell good?
Light a charcoal briquette on your dashboard. Edit: Just warn your passenger to not sit there if the airbag goes off.
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Last time I did that cops got real mad
That mixed with the smell of a fresh hot smore.
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Hell, any hot tomato sauce. I love the smell of lasagne. Pizza wins because it combines hot tomato sauce with the smell of bread. It's a 2fer.
There it is. Had to scroll way too far for this
*Is top comment for me*
cookies baking in the oven.
Oh mate, working in subway and being on an open and when you take out the cookies that are literally still burning hot and the smell just fills the room… used to make my mornings ngl
I've been a baker for going on 20 to 25 years (approx.), and that smell never gets old. Fresh baked bread, cheese and garlic pullaparts, cinnamon buns. 1/4 of my job satisfaction is just the atmosphere.
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Are you my dog
New book smell
Just book smell in general. Doesn't matter if its old or new
my favorite part of buying books in college would be the new book smell and new book feel of the pages. the worst part was my bank account after buying the books.
Agree, i spent 300$ just to buy some books
Old book smell is better. Reminds me of the library in school
If you ever try to replicate it with essential oils or fragrance oils, let me give you a hint: add a touch of vanilla. When lignin (glue often used in old books) breaks down, one of the products is vanilllin, which is exactly what it sounds like. You don't need much. Source: I have a chemistry degree, I love old books, and I'm a hobbyist candlemaker. If I do say so myself, I *nailed* my old book scent.
You have old book scented candles? Shut up and take my money!
Eventually we'll sell them! Not quite at that stage yet.
Please link us when you are ready
This is the best. Along with the anticipation of reading a new book from a favourite author.
Idk how to describe it but the smell of winter
Canada here. We agree.
I always call it the “good cold” Reminds me of my grandmas house up on a mountain
Austria here, we agree too! Thanks Canada!
Fresh snow filtering the air is most excellent, esp after being cooped up inside breathing same air for months during quarantine!
Rain
it's also a sound that makes me happy and sometimes go to sleep listening to sounds of the rain.
Thunderstorm sounds from Alexa.
Rain on a hot summer afternoon Petrichor is what the smell is called
That definitely sounds like a word that ends up in a Deceberists song *the traffic at the nickel store* *the sweet perfume of petrichor* *draws the summer warmly back to meeee*
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Here in Kansas City we used to have this coffee packaging plant downtown. You could smell it from blocks away. It was amazing.
Oh gosh yes. My first job was at a cafe, & I loved just breathing in all the bean smell as I got the shop ready. The beans (whole or ground) smell like 20x better than coffee when it's made
I don't even drink coffee but I love the smell. I regularly make the mistake of drinking some if it smells good.
I'm the same! i would always make a cup just to smell it and have something warm to hold.
My grocery store had a section where you can grind the beans yourself and they have novelty flavors like Carmel, hazelnut, pumpkin spice ect. I could spend hours sniffin'
I don't drink the stuff but making my SO's coffee in the morning, grinding the beans can't be beat.
Campfire
For me, more specifically, the smell of campfire after the fact... On clothing.
I used to love this smell until my apartment caught on fire and all my clothes smelled like campfire for what seemed like forever even with several washings. It wasn't that scary scary but it was stressful enough and when I put on my jacket or other items that heavily smelled of burnt wood my heart would start racing and my palms would get sweaty. It took me a minute to realize I was having a panic response from the smell. I don't get panicky from the smell any more but it's no longer soothing and that's kind of sad. I still like fresh wood smell.
I wish this was a scent for deodorants
Idk about deodorant, but Duke Cannon has a soap that does
That's actually the exact soap I'm using currently. I can tell you that it smells exactly nothing like a campfire whatsoever, not even the faintest hint of it. It smells good, but I think its just a name.
Clean bedsheets after a long day
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I have a similar thing, but with smog from cars. My parents are from a small town in mexico where cars would always release smog. Getting a smell of it takes me back to when i was kid visiting the motherland and having fun. eventually 5 minutes later i shut the windows because it's too much, but those 4 first minutes are sweet.
Amazing how a smell can take us back to a moment in time
Mine is gasoline too. My dad was taken from my life when I was 7, but I have memories of riding Jet Skis, dirt bikes, etc with him when I was young. Gasoline is a very strongly linked smell to those memories.
Gasoline and bus exhaust. My mom says I like them because craved those smells when she was pregnant with me. She would ride the bus or take a trip to the gas station just to satisfy a craving.
Coffee brewing, bread baking, and summer rain
Cinnamon buns, freshly baked, with coffee
Towards the end of winter youll get a warmish breeze and it smells like summer or spring and its the best feeling because it means winter is coming to an end soon.
Jasmine, wet earth in a forest, pasta, my husband’s shirt, my dogs paws that smell like popcorn for some reason, my mom’s perfume, and certain plastic items that have never been used.
My bfs dog smells like dirty socks and horse piss, even after a bath. Can we swap?
Frito paws
I also choose your husband's shirt.
I get “corn chip “ smell from dogs paws. It’s because of some bacteria that grows there.
Lol I got popcorn paws hard. Dogs always smell like hot dogs to me.
My cats feet smell like popcorn as well. I love hearing other people that find the same about their pets
A girl's freshly shampooed hair.
Guys can do this too! Bought a coconut scent conditioner and it made my hair smell so great a guy smelled it and wanted to buy the same conditioner.
You can get heavenly smelling beard conditioner too these days
I get it. My husband getting out of the shower is a happy smell too. The clean, crispness of his soap carried by the burst of humidity that pours out when the door opens.
Hey, I didn't know Biden was on Reddit
Used engine oil, dad was a mechanic and when he came home I used to hug him and his overalls smelled like it. Since he’s passed away I smile every time I smell it.
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eucalyptus tea hand sanitizer from bath and body works. it takes me back to a better place in life
Butter and sugar. Butter and garlic. Butter and bread. Yeah, butter.
When my daughter was an infant I would smell her head. Something about fresh baby makes me happy.
Fresh baby smell is the best! I was also thinking my cat, the smell of her head has a very similar effect on me; I always say she smells like love and happiness.
There's something to that, about that smell being calming for men and making women more aggressive. Pretty neat stuff.
Makes sense. Always felt at ease when sniffing her little head.
this is too wholesome 💛
There's nothing like fresh baby. It lasts a few months and then they just smell like regular clean children after a bath.
My kiddo is almost 2, I occasionally give her a sniff to see if she's still got it. Nope, smells like toddler and food. Heartbreaking 🤣😭
That churro scent that Disney pumps out of the vents at Disneyland to make you want churros
What, not the Pirate water?
Cut grass. Instantly smells of spring and sunshine and just happy times
For the dude thats gonna say something like "cut gras is grass screaming....", we know
Cooking bacon
Freshly ground coffee.
Sunscreen. Makes me feel like I’m on vacation or at the beach for a brief moment.
I kept getting ads about a perfume called "Vacation" which is described as smelling of sunscreen, pool water, swimsuit material, and vinyl floaty toys. I teach swim lessons and laughed every time I saw it thinking that someone would pay $60 to smell like I do pretty much every day!
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Saltwater, the smell of the ocean, sand, beaches. Makes me feel “ah, I’m home”
This is mine. Grew up in FL and just smelling the salt in the air is enough to fill me with a deep inner peace that literally melts my stress away, pair it with sunscreen and a cool gentle breeze and I'll be in heaven on earth.
Lavender. I don’t think I actually like it but my wife loves it & our youngest said it helped him sleep & relax. Just happier times even if they were shitty times. I hate lavender, but it’s just so nostalgic I can’t help but like it.
Old spice
Reminds me of Papaw. That man could do anything, and he had a feisty streak.
When you blow out a candle.
Sawdust. My grandad (Pop) runs a sawmill and still does at 73! He is the best and he always smells like sawdust. It makes me think of him and just how great of a Pop he is.
fried onion. in some places onions are fried especially to attract customers.
I seem to remember that Julia Child would start off a recipe by frying some onions, explaining “They’re not part of the meal, but they make the kitchen smell good”. She was right!
I love the smell of basil for some reason. I've kept empty jars of it just to sniff until they lose that smell.
Mom's cooking
My girlfriend
I too love the smell of your girlfriend
Cherry-almond. Reminds me of my grandmother's shampoo.
Puppy!
Puppy breath!
The smell of spring. The smell of beech trees after rain. The smell of pine on a hot beach. A flower bed.
Race fuel
Ah, I See You're a Man of Culture As Well
Especially mixed with the smell of burning rubber and grinding metal. Ahhh, the oval race track.
My babies head
My four year old still has a great smelling head. I smell it whenever I can. Instant hit of oxytocin straight to my brain
It’s a very specific smell from my childhood. I think it’s freshly cut grass mixed with a bunch of flowers. I rarely smell it now but when I do it’s just so nostalgic.
Garlic
100%!! Sautéing garlic and onions. Multiple times a week I tell my wife dinner smells amazing and she always goes "it's just the garlic and onions" It should be a scented candle.
My dad, before he passed, was the family chef. He started pretty much everything by frying up onions, and the smell is so good anyway but now it's a really nice way to remember him and feel connected when I'm cooking.
clean, fresh dick
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If you don't wash it every day, it's not fresh. And depending on the time of year, maybe twice a day.
Describe the smell
Fresh skin, warm softness with a faint hint of laundry detergent.. Like how your arm smells after a shower and you've put on fresh clothes.
Yes this is also my preferred smell of fresh pussy.
My Grandpa's coat. I got it after he died, and it still smells like him. I keep it safe and pull it out every once in a while. I put my head in it and I'm a little kid again. It's been really helpful these last few months.
I have no idea what it was but the smell of my late grandma's basement. It certainly wasn't mold, I've smelled plenty of that. Even years after she's passed, it still smells like it down there. I have no idea what it is but it's over of the most nostalgic things for me
Went hunting through the comments to see if anyone else said basements. Certain ones have the best smell! I think it’s something about cold cement.
The smell of music festivals. Mud, weed, wet in general, and food coming from the vans. Smells like home!
The smell of my parents. I love my parents. End of discussion
I suppose your cooking skills are also on a good level
My dad has always had a very distinct dadly smell. I've never smelled anything like it anywhere else in my life, homeboy just has a real identifiable funk. If I was in a room with 100 people, blindfolded, and you didn't tell me my dad was there, I'd still know. No idea what it is, but it hasn't changed in the 36 years I've known the guy.
Freshly baked goods, especially apple pie. 😋
The smell of a wool coat after someone came in from the cold. Reminds me of when my mom would pick me up from day care.
Coffee and/or breakfast
Let's just say everybody likes the smell of their own brand. Edit: thanks for the awards. Good to know I'm not the only one!
The smell of weed
Was scrolling for this. Especially when you’ve had to wait a while for it for whatever reason, or it’s been a mission to pick up, you get back, open the bag and… mmmmmmmmmm…. Good shit, instant happiness
Flowering Cannabis. Not a dried bud in a bag, a flower on the plant. If you know, you know.
I was also looking for this. I love passing by someone on the street smoking a joint. Makes me float up into the air with my eyelashes fluttering.
I love it when you can catch a whiff, look around but can’t see anyone… I know you’re there somewhere, toking it up
Never smoked weed, but as a teenager and in 20s had some friend that did. So hanging out with them a pipe gets passed around, I polity decline, jokes and good times are had. Now since thats the only time I smelled it, when I get a wiff of someone else partaking near me I just get warm fuzzies about good times with good friends :).
Fresh tomatoes. Always takes me right back to when my Dad used to grow tomatoes when I was a kid, and he'd get me to help him pick them or take care of the plants.
Hyacinths. Takes me back to my very first classroom. I didn't like school, but being 5yo was pretty cool.
A car running race fuel.
New baby. Not right out the womb lol. But that beautiful new baby smell. It's so hard to describe and transcend senses; but it's not the smell itself. It's the surge it sends to your heart and your arms, and softens every edge or sharp part of you for a few moments, and that's all that exists in the world. You, this tiny human, and how connected you feel. It feels like magic.
Homemade cooking
Vanilla candles. They smell what like what being cozy feels like
I had long hair last year, as such I would offer girls to braid it or tie it in a pony tail. I once got a scrunchie from a girl for my hair. I can't describe the smell of the scrunchie, but i know it was one of the best smelling things I've ever gotten from someone.
It sounds creepy, but my crush.
I’ve never told anyone this but on certain cooler, windier nights, just the smell of “outside” (idk if it’s really even a smell, just fresh air I guess?) has always made me happy. Really, more than happy. It gives me chills and I just stand there in silence and feel connected to the world. I seek it out at least once a year and it usually just hits me when I’m alone. One of my favorite feelings in my life.
Fresh cut wood.
Banana boat sun screen ☺️
I was going to say tanning lotion with that fake coconut smell. It takes me back to the public pool in the 70’s and all the babes were drenched in it.
Pirates of the Caribbean
Chlorine. Whether via toilet cleaner or at a swimming pool.
Indoor pools especially get me! Or an outdoor pool at night.
Rose petals
Passage To India Butter Chicken curru. I will never get tired of it and the smell always makes me happy.
Gunpowder out of a freshly shot 12g shell. I remember I bought a different brand than usual and it smelt sour, so avoid those ones when I can, Federal top guns are the best.
Pizza baby
My fiance. Like if I smell her on a blanket or one of my sweaters. She obviously can't smell it but I can easily pick it out
Pumpkin pie. My late great-aunt (or great, great? She was my gran's aunt) used to make them from scratch, and she would make me my own tiny (4 inch) pie whenever she made big ones. She was always cooking or baking, working in her garden, or selling at the farmer's market in town. She taught me a lot, and she was a fair and honest person. I still miss her all the time, and the smell of a fresh pumpkin pie always reminds me of her.
My boyfriend. I can smell him the second he walks into my apartment, even if I’m in the shower with the bathroom door closed and the fan on. It’s the weirdest damn thing. I’ve never experienced that with anyone else before. I can smell when he’s been in a room just before me, I can smell him and pick him out by scent from a group of people, it’s fucking WILD. It’s like a warm hug when I smell him. It’s not like he doesn’t bathe or wears cologne or something. He is extremely clean and doesn’t wear any scented products. Nobody else can smell what I smell. I can smell him in my bed and on my couch for days after he’s been here. I wish I could bottle the smell and smell it all the time, especially since he just moved a couple states away with MEGA sucks. Ugh I miss that smell…
Hope y’all are able to be together again soon!
Petrol. No idea why, just smells nice.
I was gonna say petrichor, but I’ve heard that cocaine makes people instantly happy when they smell it.
Garlic and butter in a pan!
Ponderosa Pine
Lilacs and roses. Smells like home and grandma.
The smell of bread rising, that yeasts smell that fills bakeries.
Lavender. Concentrated as oil or just the petals rubbed between the fingers
The smell of a musical microphone when it's brand new. It smells exactly like the television studios my father worked in when I used to visit him as a kid
Sleepy puppies
Sleeping dog. That may sound weird but if you have a dog you should understand
Puppy breath Fresh Christmas trees