Smells that transport one

A piece of oak soaked in Dalmore single malt, the two items have great aromas on their own but conspire to blow you away combined.
 
Driving in my grandfathers 1937 Rover 16 sport saloon as a boy...fumes emitting from the hot engine compartment..
 
Kippers being cooked for breakfast, that aroma always invokes a sense of well being.
 
My biggest is pipe tobacco. My best friend as a kid’s dad smoked a pipe between loads of hay in the summertime. The smell of someone smoking a pipe takes me back to hay fields, warm summer nights, sunsets in the farm and cold fresh milk. Another one is cold winter mornings that have a specific smell and the smell of Copenhagen long cut that reminds me of fire season.
 
Smoked pork shoulder… takes me back to childhood and college days…

The Memphis BBQ joints are famous for pumping the smoke from their smokers into the streets surrounding their restaurants to draw in hungry diners…

Every time I smell smoked pork it makes me think of blues music, hanging out on the bluffs of the Mississippi River, and hanging out with friends (there are only a few redeeming qualities about growing up in Memphis… great food, great local music, and great friends are about all it offers anymore)…
 
The smell of rubber waders, mosquito spray, dry fly dope takes me back to summer camping trips with my dad fly fishing.
Cigarette smoke, bacon frying and coffee. Reminds me of the hours spent with old friends and family sitting around talking and joking. I never was a smoker but I do miss the days of people being free to smoke in public if they wanted. People just weren’t so dang uptight.
 
The sweet smells of the midway at a carnival. I'm convinced they have machines pumping out those aromas to entice sales of fast food and cotton candy.
Funnel cake!
 
My biggest is pipe tobacco. My best friend as a kid’s dad smoked a pipe between loads of hay in the summertime. The smell of someone smoking a pipe takes me back to hay fields, warm summer nights, sunsets in the farm and cold fresh milk. Another one is cold winter mornings that have a specific smell and the smell of Copenhagen long cut that reminds me of fire season.
I will try to find some Copenhagen here, it sounds to be the right sniff.
 
Smoked pork shoulder… takes me back to childhood and college days…

The Memphis BBQ joints are famous for pumping the smoke from their smokers into the streets surrounding their restaurants to draw in hungry diners…

Every time I smell smoked pork it makes me think of blues music, hanging out on the bluffs of the Mississippi River, and hanging out with friends (there are only a few redeeming qualities about growing up in Memphis… great food, great local music, and great friends are about all it offers anymore)…
Roast pork with that dripping fat has to be a health food, something that good could never be bad for you.
 
A new Bentley - stick hour head in there and take a deep breath and suddenly the number on the window seems vaguely possible.
 
I would have no idea about the smell of a new Bentley or Rolls :):) hah!
But I remember how cars from the late 40s to early 50s smell after sitting for a long time with the windows rolled up. Not exactly moldy or musty but like old fabric or something? Very distinctive. My first car, a 53 Ford, smelled that way so I always remember that as a good smell. :)
 
I would have no idea about the smell of a new Bentley or Rolls :):) hah!
But I remember how cars from the late 40s to early 50s smell after sitting for a long time with the windows rolled up. Not exactly moldy or musty but like old fabric or something? Very distinctive. My first car, a 53 Ford, smelled that way so I always remember that as a good smell. :)
Yes I know exactly the smell you mean. Early British cars of the 40's had sprung seats and either coir or horse hair stuffing. Leather wasn't considered luxury, it was the most suitable material available. Still is.
 
Yes I know exactly the smell you mean. Early British cars of the 40's had sprung seats and either coir or horse hair stuffing. Leather wasn't considered luxury, it was the most suitable material available. Still is.
Plastic car seats in the African sun

the hot seat dance !
 
Every single time I smell a freshly fired shotgun shell it takes me back to 1973 when I was 4 years old. Dad would stick me and my younger brother behind him in the weeds when he was duck hunting. His empty shells would end up back there with us and I loved the smell of them.
Amen to this only thing I'd change is the age . I was 7 in 1973. Time spent with my dad and late uncle squirrel hunting in St Francisville, Louisiana will always be a fond memory. Fresh spent shotgun shells do it for me regardless if they are red or yellow (12ga or 20ga).
 
Amen to this only thing I'd change is the age . I was 7 in 1973. Time spent with my dad and late uncle squirrel hunting in St Francisville, Louisiana will always be a fond memory. Fresh spent shotgun shells do it for me regardless if they are red or yellow (12ga or 20ga).
A lot of real estate between Louisiana and Saskatchewan but the things that mean a lot are the same everywhere.
 

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