What smells evoke the strongest sentimental or nostalgic response in you? For me, an not unexpectedly, they are both fond memories of my childhood.
First, I love the smell of puffed wheet when I sprinkle brown sugar over it in the morning. We didn't often have puffed wheat, mostly when my parents took us back to Canada from Peru for an extended vacation every three years. So, at Grandma's house, where we stayed, it was puffed wheat and brown sugar for breakfast, and it was such a treat.
My other is something I have mentioned on these pages before....creosote. Through much of my early childhood, first near Sudbury until I was five, and then in Peru for the next 9 years, I was near trains....steamers first. Today, whenever I get the occasion to stand between two rails, especially on a hot summer day, the powerful aroma evokes a strong response in me...quite emotional.
-Crandell
One man's perfume...
My assocociation with cresote is long hours in confined spaces treating untreated lumber against dry-rot. When I think of cresote, my chest hurts and my eyes burn.
Chip
Building the Rock Ridge Railroad with the slowest construction crew west of the Pecos.
Horse manure and diesel exhaust...
Don't ask!
-George
"And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers ride their father's magic carpet made of steel..."
Smoke fluid coming from my Marx steamer going around the Christmas tree. I get flashbacks of my mom yelling about the grease stains on the carpet when I smell it now.
Also-Nitro Methane (CH3NO2) I love the smell of nitro in the morning.
Cinnamon toast from my childhood. The hot toast melts the butter whose smell mixes with the cinnamon aroma - boy does that take me back to bygone days when Mom made breakfast and summer vacation lasted forever.
Enjoy
Paul
Selector--what a GREAT thread!!
For me, it's two smells--eggs fried in Nucoa (a lot of people might not remember Nucoa, but it was a butter substitute during WWII that had a very strange, almost CLEAN odor when you fried something in it), and the very unique scent of oil-fired exhaust from one of those big, hunking Southern Pacific AC cab-forwards, as it came charging by with a mile-long train of reefers while I was growing up in Truckee. Nothing in my book has ever matched the very personal 'perfume' of those locos.
Tom
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My grandparents on my mom's side were from Sicily, and man, could my grandmother cook. For some reason, whenever I smell fresh green peppers frying in garlic and olive oil, I'm back in her kitchen.
It's the smell of the motor in my old Lionel engine after it had been running a while on the basement floor and got warm. My slot cars sometimes emitted a similar fragrance.
"I am lapidary but not eristic when I use big words." - William F. Buckley
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Larry
Conductor.
Summerset Ry.
"Stay Alert, Don't get hurt Safety First!"
Nelson
Ex-Southern 385 Being Hoisted
Old canvas/tents and campfires.
Reminds me of great family vacations when I was a kid, years in the Boy Scouts and new vacations with wife and kids. Somehow, everything is OK when I smell these two things together.
It takes an iron man to play with a toy iron horse.
Simon Modelling CB&Q and Wabash See my slowly evolving layout on my picturetrail site http://www.picturetrail.com/simontrains and our videos at http://www.youtube.com/user/MrCrispybake?feature=mhum
Thank-you sooo much, everyone, for taking the time to reply. It is more than I had hoped.
Warm regards to you all.
...and, say a blessing for Grandmas and Grandpas, wherever they are.
Smell (reminds me of) - A few have already been mentioned:
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Salt marsh and coal smoke. Duck hunting and steam engines. Good things.
Oh yeah, and "Golden Autumn" perfume.
GARRY
HEARTLAND DIVISION, CB&Q RR
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well for myself .........There is an old bachmann uboat that i have had since I was 5 and after running it a while it heats up and gives off this electrical type hot smell that takes me back to my granddaddys house and the very first layout that we built together.
Stilll when I run the loco it gives off that smell. L love that loco.
J.W,
Hmm.
I guess there's no NYC subway train riders from the 1970s here......
Monon63 the smell from your Lionel motor if, if I'm not mistaken is OZONE.
As a kid I remember riding the #2 in the Bronx with mom and sister often. Whenever we got off at our destination, we always waited for the train to leave. Each time after the train left, my sister and I would inhale the air deeply and say "ahhh!" We had no idea what that scent was, but we liked it.
It was the late Chester Holley who explained to me that electric motors can produce ozone.
"I like my Pullman Standards & Budds in Stainless Steel flavors, thank you!"
This is a good thread. For me it would be the stuff (liquid vinyl?) from the Creepy People that my older brothers had...ya know the one with the metal molds. I don't know what the stuff was (some kind of carcongin no doubt) but every once in a while I'll catch a wiff of it from something and it brings me right back to that time.
J.P.