Gut Rumbles
 

October 23, 2004

good question

Scents are known to trigger powerful memories. Which scent "sends you back", to certain events / times in your life?

I'll NEVER smell Old Spice after-shave without thinking of my father. He wore it all his life and to me that will ALWAYS be a Tall Dog scent. When he died and I took his burial clothes to the mortuary, I buried my face in them and cried like a baby before I took them inside.

They smelled of Old Spice.

road warrior, damn you for making me remember that day.

Comments

About once a year I catch the most unusual smell that takes me back to my early childhood. I can't describe it, and it only lasts for a second or two, but I'm pretty sure it's the smell of me wetting the bed.

Posted by: Velociman on October 23, 2004 11:19 AM

Damn you, V-man. Now I'm getting that same smell from my chair.

The smell of Dial soap takes me back to Navy boot camp. I will buy any brand of soap BUT Dial because of that.

Posted by: StinKerr on October 23, 2004 11:44 AM

But can you still whistle the theme for the "Old Spice" commercials? I can. My dad wore the same stuff. Just reading your post reminded me of him and I swear I smelled the scent as well.
Guess memories work both ways there.

Posted by: Wichi Dude on October 23, 2004 12:20 PM

Pine trees under a hot summer sun.
A pox on you A-man, that's not a place I want to be right now.

But you are right, a scent will spark memories both good and bad.

Posted by: Henry Blowfly on October 23, 2004 01:51 PM

the smell of Old Spice triggers a very bad memory for me. the memory of my first real kiss. it was awful. *shudders*

Posted by: girl on October 23, 2004 02:55 PM

The smell of Nivea skin cream or Ensure makes me puke. Those two odors bring back memories of some bad juju.

Posted by: Ralph Gizzip on October 23, 2004 04:16 PM

The smell of honeysuckle reminds me of the summer I fell in love for the first time. It always makes me feel young. The smell of okra frying reminds me of my Granny. It was my favorite growing up and she always made it for me when we visited.

Posted by: Christine on October 23, 2004 08:06 PM

Yea, my dad used Old Spice too. I don't miss the smell of old urine, but the thought takes me back to visits with my gramps in his wheelchair at the old folks home. I went to see him one pretty summer day on my Gold Wing. When I came in with my helmet under my arm he asked me about it. I said I rode my bike and ask him if he wanted to go for a ride. He said "No, I might like it and then I would have to buy one for myself" Rest in peace you old fart.

Posted by: Ivan Ivanovich on October 23, 2004 08:52 PM

for me it's the smell of chlorine that takes me back to my childhood. Hanging out on long summer days with all the other kids at the city swimming pool (it was a small town). They used a lot of chlorine I suppose because we were too lazy to go to the bathroom and were all pissing our trunks in there. Everytime I smell chlorine I think of my youth.

Posted by: MarcL on October 23, 2004 09:44 PM

Christine? If you had just added that steamy scent of black-eyed peas to your recollection of fried okra in the kitchen...and honeysuckle comin' in thru the backdoor...you would have perfected the essence of Sunday in the South.

Posted by: Randy on October 23, 2004 11:04 PM

Christine? If you had just added that steamy scent of black-eyed peas to your recollection of fried okra in the kitchen...and honeysuckle comin' in thru the backdoor...you would have perfected the essence of Sunday in the South.

Posted by: Randy on October 23, 2004 11:06 PM

Hycinths in the spring. That primal, old smell when the snow melts and all the old, decaying leaves melds into the smell of mud for the first time in months. It's death and life at the same time.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on October 24, 2004 01:23 AM

LOL-- Nivea oil -- the lifeguard at the pool the summer I was 15 used to grease up with it every day. Just one whiff of it today immediately takes me back to baking in the sun under the pine trees and sneaking into the pool shack to help 'backwash the filter' early in the morning before all the little kids showed up for the day. To this day, 40 years later, I still jump that man's bones every chance I get (which unfortuantely has averaged out to about once a decade, as he's got a busy orthopedic practice hundreds of miles away) ... sigh ...

Posted by: Marianne on October 24, 2004 03:22 AM

Bleach always makes me think of my granny...she used bleach on everything and alot of it...it'd take your breath away sometimes. Of course I can't smell the perfume, "Charlie" without thinking of her too..she loved that stuff.

Posted by: Sandy on October 24, 2004 05:39 AM

Marcl
Thanks for reminding me of clorine. Two years of high school swimming team came back to me. Lilacs in the spring remind me of my mother-in-law, which is a good thing. She always said "Yall come back" and I liked that.

Posted by: Ivan Ivanovich on October 24, 2004 07:53 AM

My Grandfather; yes, he used it, but that's about all I remember of him. He was already old, and sick, and bullied by the females, by the time I came along. I remind myself that HIS Daddy went around the left at Chancellorsville with Jackson (losing an eyeball while doing so) and thereby provided some kind of manly psychic skyhook for his descendents.

Posted by: Justthisguy on October 25, 2004 02:09 AM
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