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Bologna sandwich smell will sometimes take me back to my days in the kindergarten cafeteria.
Every time I smell mold, I think of Grand Theft Auto.
Cause my parent’s basement was flooded (only by 1 inch or so) in a storm, the carpet got moldy, and in the days until they could get it replaced, I spent every minute in that room playing GTA 1.Used to go on vacation a couple of times to a place that smelled like car exhaust. So everytime an old truck passes, it takes me back to summer, beach, nighttime stolls in a busy amusement park, hiking, barbequeing, playing in a river…
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young. How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from? I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it. Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one.
And it’d be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose.
Same clothes, homegrown, a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam
Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots.
The only reason I know the song is from someone sharing these same lines in a conversation about the same topic. I’m surprised there aren’t more artists bringing up the same experience in their music.
anchovies
It’s called nosestalgia
Hmmmm Madeleines
“Mmm yes, diarrhea and old people. Just like grandma used to make.”
No joke, I have a few of these trigger-smells, and one of them is a specific shade of sewage fragrance, the kind that comes back from canalisations on a hot day. Takes me back to around 8 years old.
Sometimes I wonder if that “old people smell” I remember as a kid was a disease they had. I mean they trained dogs to sniff cancer, maybe my spectrum was wider and has since narrowed?
Not quite a disease, but it is true that as you get older your body chemistry can and will change; which can include how you smell.
It’s something to do with collagen having broken down. Protective oil? I can’t remember exactly
Scholastic book catalog in the cool crisp autumn air.
*that smell you think you remembered but aren’t really sure but you just take as fact anyway because the memory is more important to you than the actual recollection
Fresh blacktop.
Reminds me of amusement parks in summer.
Cold cigarettes and stale beer.
Just yesterday! A tree trimming truck full of pine tree branches pulled up next to me while I was walking. BOOM! My childhood farting around in the woods with my dad hits me. I get similar from diesel fumes like his tractor made. Woohoo brain damage!
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