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Ok, so that’s not such a good title, but what would you call it?
I was cutting some plywood today, oak veneer with some unknown core, and I got the most wonderful smell, reminded me of when my father used to cut plywood back in the late 50’s early 60’s. I remember when he built a headboard for their bed, all plywood, covered with Naugahyde. Also built a train table down in the basement. Plywood smelled differently back then.
Another smell that sometimes takes me back is new cotton pants (I think that’s where I smell it). Reminds me of the smell when I was issued all those khakis in the army.
Speaking of Naugahyde – does anyone other than me remember the Nauga doll that was the mascot for Naugahyde? Everyone I talk to thinks I’m crazy. It was a rather flat doll, about an inch thick, 4-5 inches wide and 8-10 inched tall. The fingers and toes (and maybe the entire body) were formed by pinking shears. And of course it was made of Naugahyde.
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when I enjoy a nice meal of pinto beans and hamhocks in about 2 hrs I notice an aroma that reminds me of the last time I had beans and hamhocks. My wife also has the same memory.
*Don't see much Naugahyde these days, because Naugas are on the endangered species list I suppose.T
*Tough little buggers to skin, also...Doesn't help that the price of a pelt is at a 25 year low........
*Two smells get my blood stirred up. One is the smell of fresh turned earth in the spring. Makes me want to get on a tractor and plow something. The second is the smell of corn when you first start the harvest on a cool fall day. God I love that.They're both better 'n sex. (Just don't tell my Wife I said that)
*Ron...you're doing it WRONG.
*Vicks-Vapo-Rub, Just smelled it again for the first time in 35 years and reminded me of my mom rubbing it on my chest when I was a sick little kid.
*Ron,Keith and I need to have a talk with you..........
*Ed, you're not nuts. I think there's a Nauga somewhere in the attic at my grandmother's house. You could get the kit or buy it already made. The proof is here: http://www.kaboomtoys.com
*the smell of the woods after a rain reminds me of squirrel hunting with my Dad when I was a kid.the smell of the woods in the fall----deer huntingmy gym bag with sweaty clothes-----high school
*This thread discriminates against those of us without a sense of smell. :)
*Yeah, and those of us who smell too.
*hehehe good one :-)
*About that plywood. Remember when it always used to be doug fir plywood?BJ
*MMMMMMMMMLove those mammary odors.What ? Mem...never mind.
*Naw - I've been plowing and picking corn for a long time. I think I'm doing it right.
*the smell of hot asphalt always reminds me of the smell of the creosote on the docks and fishing piers on Ocracoke island,North Carolina when I was a kid 35 years ago.Now all the docks are wolmanized---no smell. almost no trawlers now either.
*I love walking into my shop the day after ripping a bunch of wood. I love the smell of wood. But my wife dont like my smell the day after I eat some of her spicey food and kicks out of the house and into the shop.
*Every now and then I catch the smell of a leather jacket that is hanging in the back of my closet. It has the same smell as the chaps I used to wear when I rode bulls. It always makes my mind drift back to crawling in the middle of one of those beasts, getting the rigging just right and then hanging on for the longest/fastest eight seconds of your life.
*Ahh the smell of new cars....and the better smell of the back seat of older cars. Popcorn at the drive-ins. Coming home reakin' of sex. Sweet sweat. I better stop before I have to go ..umm nevermind. Stephen... I used to tell the kids I smell the ocean as we got off 168 onto 158 headed for the Outer Banks. They believed me. Road keeps getting nicer and nicer every year(except fot the friggin' toll booth in Va. this year, asswipes) I'm lobbying for a bridge to Duck or Corolla.
*OBX Osama bin xterminated
*Every few years, a hurricane comes up the gulf an just keeps coming north. No longer a hurricane, but the system makes Indiana. And you can smell the ocean. It's nice.Rich Beckman
*Not to long ago I stopped at an antique store to browse. I found some old oak whisky barrels with the bungs still in them. I pulled a couple out and man o man what a smell. I could almost taste the sour mash. I haven't taken a drink in 16 yrs but that was a great smell. I just stood there for awhile and let the bouquet just drift up my nose. Every ounce in while I would look around to see if anyone was watchin so as not to look stupid. When I finally replaced the bung, turned and looked up, there was a close circut camera starring straight at me.
*kcoyner, did they charge you for the shot or was it on the house :)
*lighter fluid smells bad, but the first time in the Spring I smell it on some neighbors grill...you know Spring is here and it's sweet.Likewise, mothballs bring back summers at grandma's house.Pipe tobacco brings me to my dad's woodshop. Or playing chess with my grandfather.
*On the house I hope. I didn't hang around for long after being nailed.
*vicks vapo-rub. Wow, does that bring me back. Lying in bed, can't smell a thing, and then Mom rubs it on and it overwhelms everything and you feel better. I love that smell.Also, the smell of ozone in the air just before it rains in the spring. That is the cleanest, purest smell I can think of.SHG
*For me its diesel fuel. Worked on Boats out in B.C. one summer cruising the Juan De Fuca Strait. Whenever i get a whiff of raw diesel It puts me back in the engine room between a pair of big cummins diesels waiting to go up on deck and into the sunshine.
*The scent of a fishing harbor/dead fish/salt water/old wooden boats.....and, of course, the scent of a woman.
*Afte5r spending a few years on a volunteer fire dept. there are some smells I'd like to forget!The smell of fresh baked bread is good therapy.Ron, your days of plowing and eating corn are numbered 'cause if you think that either is better'n sex, then you are too old or your wife is.LOL
*For me, the best smell in the world is freshly mowed hay in the late evening. It takes me back to the old days when the entire summer was spent putting up square bales in the hay mow. Now that we are older and wiser the 1,000 lb. round bales can be done in a couple of weekends when it used to take all summer.Lefty
*Juniper wood smoke in the damp chilly air kind of rings in the Christmas season for me. And the smell of fresh snow is a wonder.
*JP4 in the morning air on a hot day.Fall leaves just after the first frost.The blessing of being around to smell and remember smells.
*The smell of a rain storm in the desert. Knew a woman who had a perfume called that and it was accurate.The damp earth smell of a cave. I find it pleasant. I'd often let the group go on ahead, turn off my light, and lie down on a rock. Smells similar to a tropic rain forest.The acrid smell of solder flux as it gets heated up. Reminds me of an eventful year I spent installing solar systems in MA. -David
*New mown hay and fresh baked bread, both remind me of being a kid, a simpler time or simply more time period.
*Castrol R and the sounds of imported sports cars warming up in the Wisconsin summer. The bark of that big Jag engine, the thunder of a Cobra, the rap of that little climax, and the tearing silk sound of the Ferrarri. But most of all the smell of those castor beans as their owner warmed up. Nothing else smells that way, nothing gives me the warm memeories of the excitement to come.....
*Fresh cut lumber on a cool autumn morning is absolutley inspirational.Stuff from my Grandmother's house has a certain smell to it...a pleasant one, mind you. You always can tell what came from her home and the scent warms the heart with thoughts of her.The smell of our house and moreso, our bed. Very comforting.My wife loves the smell of my clothes after I've worn them all day (unless it was a very hot and hard day). She will often put on my shirt and wear it around the house for the evening and then to bed. Makes me feel good that she does.It is amazing how many odd things have a distinct smell. Like watering the lawn. I can smell you watering the lawn from half a block away.Pete
*Don't do it anymore... but love the whiff I sometimes get at a concert.
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Ok, so that's not such a good title, but what would you call it?
I was cutting some plywood today, oak veneer with some unknown core, and I got the most wonderful smell, reminded me of when my father used to cut plywood back in the late 50's early 60's. I remember when he built a headboard for their bed, all plywood, covered with Naugahyde. Also built a train table down in the basement. Plywood smelled differently back then.
Another smell that sometimes takes me back is new cotton pants (I think that's where I smell it). Reminds me of the smell when I was issued all those khakis in the army.
Speaking of Naugahyde - does anyone other than me remember the Nauga doll that was the mascot for Naugahyde? Everyone I talk to thinks I'm crazy. It was a rather flat doll, about an inch thick, 4-5 inches wide and 8-10 inched tall. The fingers and toes (and maybe the entire body) were formed by pinking shears. And of course it was made of Naugahyde.
Naugas are real!! Naught just a nightmare!!
I just purchased one at a yard sale - I recognized him right away - can't say the same for him!