I love the smell of old smokey pipe tobacco and peaty scotch Whisky. It transports me back to my childhood where I would spend weekends in the Scottish countryside with my dear old Grandpa.
I have a number of favourite scent memories. The smell of a fresh pot of Play-doh opening. Instant comfort! I had many happy moments making things out of Play-Doh – and that’s what led me on to making my own models. Have you ever seen those packets of model railway grass? And the bags with lichen and bark in? Those instantly take me back to long hours spent making things in our shed. One whiff and I’m there! It may be a cliché, but I can’t pass a rose bush without checking whether it has a scent. Early evening walks with the dog have us both stopping regularly! And finally – steam trains. I wouldn’t recommend inhaling too much, but I do love the smell of an old-school locomotive.
My scent memory is the woody, vanilla, sweet smell as you’re walking through the perfume markets of Saudi.
My husband and I have been married for 56 years. When we were courting we used to go camping in Cornwall. We slept in a little tent and every morning Gordon would fry eggs and bacon on a mini-stove.So my favourite scent is the smell of eggs and bacon frying – delicious! When I smell eggs and bacon cooking now it brings back so many happy memories.
My favourite scent memory is of my father’s woolly jumper, on a cold Winter’s day, after he’d been in the garden. It would smell a little bit of bonfire smoke, a little bit of aftershave, and alot of just Daddy.
I also do remember loving the smell of Playdough so much, I would always want to eat a bit!
The smell of freshly cut grass always reminds me of endless summer days in the gardens playing with my sister and parents in the house where I grew up. My dad would always mow the lawn on his “sit-on” lawnmower and then my sister and I would run out into the garden to play with my dog honey who used to roll in the cut grass.
The smell of my dad’s aftershave, Aqua di Silva, always reminds me of journeys down to my grandparents. He use to wake us up in the car just as we were nearly there and turning down the hill and then tell us to brush our hair. Meanwhile my mum would reach into his glove compartment and pull out his aftershave which he would spray far too much of (always making me and my sis feel a little sick!)
As a child, we would travel to the East End of London to visit my maternal grandparents. This always seemed a long drawn out car journey as I was always excited and recall the landmarks along the way through the central part of London. At last we would arrive at my grandparents’ tiny terraced house with no front garden and I would rush to the front door so I was the first to reach the door knocker. It was always my Nanny who would answer the door in her long bibbed full length floral print apron which seemed to reach the floor. She had grey hair pulled into a tiny rear bun and she would scoop down to greet me and her plump arms would embrace me. She would kiss me and I remember she had chin ‘whiskers’ that prickled as our faces met, however there was the overwhelming scent which I recall to this day … the smell of lavender which was so refreshing and overpowering to me and something which even to this day makes me recall my Nan’s warm embrace. As I would rush into her little house, which seemed huge to me as a child, I would head for the kitchen where the lunch would be cooking. Nan always made us a steak and kidney pastry pie and that would be baking in the traditional gas free-standing oven. The smell of the home-made pastry cooking was delicious. It had a special aroma because it was home-made and I recall the pleasure of seeing the pastry change colour and then she would lift it from the oven and that unique smell I can still imagine to this day.
The smell of Elnett hairspray reminds me of all the times I spent round my nan’s house growing up. She would always spray a load on in front of the mirror by the front door and as soon as I smelt that I knew we were going out somewhere.
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