As weird as it might be, there’s a pipe tobacco that does this for me.
Growing up, our next door neighbor was a retired US Army Colonel from WW2. He spoke and carried himself like the war movies of the time, had an authoritative voice, a good head on his shoulders and looked out for the neighborhood. In his mid-70s, he beat the shit out of home intruders that tried to break in our house while we were on vacation. He was such a neat guy. When I was 10, he saw me on my way to Taekwondo class and showed me some stuff he learned.
Every afternoon while we were playing in our backyard, he’d come out, say hi to us, and light up his pipe. Smelled like gumdrops.
Also, his last name was Nelson. Colonel Nelson. And no, his wife’s name wasn’t Jeannie.
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The smell of a vhs binder or new books.
ObssesesWithSquares on
Ah, the smell of fresh gasoline, especially the leaded variant I used to play in.
mordecai0_0 on
cocoa lip balm
CelluloidMasquerade on
Gonna sound really strange, but…
A particular strain of weed (Peanut Butter Breath) did this for me. Weirdly, it was almost like a recollection of some sort of childhood synesthesia. Made me remember the times when I’d watch my mom play Fatal Frame 1 on the PS2. As she played I’d be able to smell something that wasn’t actually there, if that makes sense. And it smelled pretty much EXACTLY like this strain. Sometimes when I play that game I still get that smell, though not like when I was little.
EDIT: And there was no incense burning or anything that could have smelled that way. It literally only happened with Fatal Frame 1. Just FWIW.
Zodiac36Gold on
Since I was 5 I remember going to my grandma’s apartment every year (she lived in Russia) and every time I came back after months away I’d be hit by this particular smell that clearly told me ‘Welcome back’.
Over a decade and a half later, six years from the last time I mamaged to go to Russia, I walked into my new apartment and was greeted as I climbed the stairs by that same smell. It legit made me shed a few tears.
Scott2700 on
Walking past a Cinnabon
ccdude14 on
The Playstation start up noise.
This feeling everytime. It’s like I can _smell_ the better parts of my childhood.
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As weird as it might be, there’s a pipe tobacco that does this for me.
Growing up, our next door neighbor was a retired US Army Colonel from WW2. He spoke and carried himself like the war movies of the time, had an authoritative voice, a good head on his shoulders and looked out for the neighborhood. In his mid-70s, he beat the shit out of home intruders that tried to break in our house while we were on vacation. He was such a neat guy. When I was 10, he saw me on my way to Taekwondo class and showed me some stuff he learned.
Every afternoon while we were playing in our backyard, he’d come out, say hi to us, and light up his pipe. Smelled like gumdrops.
Also, his last name was Nelson. Colonel Nelson. And no, his wife’s name wasn’t Jeannie.
The smell of a vhs binder or new books.
Ah, the smell of fresh gasoline, especially the leaded variant I used to play in.
cocoa lip balm
Gonna sound really strange, but…
A particular strain of weed (Peanut Butter Breath) did this for me. Weirdly, it was almost like a recollection of some sort of childhood synesthesia. Made me remember the times when I’d watch my mom play Fatal Frame 1 on the PS2. As she played I’d be able to smell something that wasn’t actually there, if that makes sense. And it smelled pretty much EXACTLY like this strain. Sometimes when I play that game I still get that smell, though not like when I was little.
EDIT: And there was no incense burning or anything that could have smelled that way. It literally only happened with Fatal Frame 1. Just FWIW.
Since I was 5 I remember going to my grandma’s apartment every year (she lived in Russia) and every time I came back after months away I’d be hit by this particular smell that clearly told me ‘Welcome back’.
Over a decade and a half later, six years from the last time I mamaged to go to Russia, I walked into my new apartment and was greeted as I climbed the stairs by that same smell. It legit made me shed a few tears.
Walking past a Cinnabon
The Playstation start up noise.
This feeling everytime. It’s like I can _smell_ the better parts of my childhood.
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