Mine is lilacs, because there was a lilac bush at the bus stop that I used to wait at with my mom when I was a kid, it was my school bus stop and the public bus stop so we spent a lot of time on that corner and now when I smell lilacs I just immediately feel like a kid again.
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My wife’s soap.
Every time she comes out of the shower I want to pounce on her. I often grab her while sitting for a hug and plant my face in her tummy. Getting a good whiff.
Oddly enough she uses fragrance free soap so maybe it’s just her natural scent. Haha.
That means you liiiike her
Rain. Or, rather, the sweet earthy smell of wet moss or grass and decomposition and the rest of it that is far beyond any human descriptions and impossible to even approach with words 🥹
Combined with the sound, it’s the most divine state a world can exist in, period.
Petrichor?
Not sure if the smell of autumn’s decomposing has a distinct word though.
Rosin flux. Soldering is one of the most relaxing activities.
Or school petrol stations when we still used leaded fuel right??? Modern petrol ain’t shit by comparison, smell wise that is
Sunscreen and fresh cut grass. Reminds me of carefree days as a kid where everything was possible
My favorite smell is that of a well stocked spice store
coffee because it is the best thing in the world
That’s a really nice memory. I also remember how the bushes would smell from when I was a kid in the garden.
Now my favourite smell is my wife, and I bet some of yours will now also be, “this guys wife”.
I also choose this guys wife
I thought this guy’s wife was a bit gamey, I actually prefer the fruity smell yours has,
I choose both your wives
Petrichor
I just Love it.
Almond scented pink public bathroom soap
My dog’s feet. They smell like corn chips.
It’s a combination of Pseudomonas bacteria and yeasts. Obviously totally normal, but I agree. It’s a great smell.
also the warm pupper aroma. the opposite of wet dawg smell, it’s lovely.
I’m Indigenous Canadian from northern Ontario so the strongest memories for me have to do with being out on the land with my family.
My favourite smell is a combination of a campfire inside my family’s teepee in the wilderness of northern Ontario in the early spring with snow still around and the mushkeg in the middle of melting and warming. The combination of fresh cut pine wood, pine boughs next to a new camp fire, fresh goose being roasted over the flames, the musky smell of the land, smoke from the fire and the cool damp scent of the snow and ice. It all brings me back to being a kid with my family. I wish I were there now.
Orange blossoms. Everything “Orange blossom” scented just smells like perfumey oranges, nothing like actual orange blossoms. You can only smell them on the tree, this time of year.
go to spain, they have Fête du Citron - the fragrances overload the brain
New life goal!
To be in the middle of an orange orchard in full blossom is special.
Onions and garlic simmering in olive oil.
Smells like the start of something delicious.
A core memory unlock scent for me is any time I smell honeysuckle. We had some where I grew up, and it just instantly takes me back.
Others are a spray from Lush called sleepy time. It’s Lavender and Tonka, and it is the most calming scent I’ve ever been around.
Dark chocolate. Good roasted coffee. Wife’s body spray Tea and Bergamont from bath and bodyworks.My weird ones are lumber and gasoline
