a la recherche du temps perdu................ffs that was weird

[zippitippitoes]

.........just had a swig of some cheapo vin de l'aude from tesco and practically had a hallucination of camping in france....

what does it for you?

Eau de Lancome - takes me straight back to my honeymoon in Corsica. I treated myself to some luxury toiletries.
NB It was shower gel...I didn't drink it...

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the musty smell of lofts gets me too..

you could go into the eaves of our house when I was little through a little tiny door in the railway room and I used to go in with my brother and he lit matches so that we could see where we were going..it seemed to go on for ever..we had to be very careful to walk on the beams and not between!

the smell of cinammon and apple together - takes me straight back to family Christmases when I was a kid and there were always loads of people staying at our house

also lemon - espcially limoncello liquer - reminds me of our honeymoon in Italy

Eau de Lancôme... Marina... muy mum use to wear that so it was my first "perfume'

limoncello is one of my mn namechanges!

wood shavings remind me of my dad

and sycamore seeds of my first school when they were everywhere as helicopters

my mum had je reviens

the smell of pink lillies takes me straight back to a horrible time with ds1 in SCBU

sometimes I smell them and dont realise that I have and suddenyl feel all sad and maternal and wonder why I am feeling like that

Blackberries takes me right back to a holiday with my grandparents when I was about 6 or 7 - I'm almost there walking down that country lane picking blackberries for Grandma to make a pie for tea.

And another vote here for chestnut trees; I used to go chestnutting with my dad and Grandad when I was little, and the smell of damp chestnut trees and leaf mould always takes me back.

freshly cut grass = school sports days and the school playing field. Paco Raban (sp?) = first boy friend and the feeling that life would go on for ever and the world was my oyster!

Oh, forgot about the smell of putty - always reminds me of my Dad.

hi zippy haven't seen you post for ages

Pipe tobacco - parked next to someone in Scotland recently who was smoking a pipe and I caught a whiff as I got out of the car. My Grandad was right there beside me, and he died 30 years ago. It was a nice warm feeling.

woodsmoke - my entire life seems to be entangled with this aroma; woodfire at childhood home, bonfires, autumn days, camping with brownies, camping with friends, frying freshly-caught trout by a loch in Scotland, wild midsummer parties with daning and singing by the light of the flames, bike rallies, beach evenings; everyone gathered around chewing the fat, sipping whisky and that feeling of celebration and finding family and tribe.....

making bonfires at the bottom of the grden..and puting potatoes in the ahse s to bake the outside went all kind of balck and hard but some butter on the soft smokey midle bit was lovely

Hi Zippi - thanks for the namecheck! Haven't been around much lately cause up to my arse in work but still lurking around whenever I get a chance. (Must say, I always notice your posts as well - for obvious reasons .