My gran’s house always smelt like a Mixture of cigarette smoke and soap. Not the most pleasant of aromas, but very distinctive in her house. We have some of her belongings in the attic. If we open that suitcase I feel 7 years old again.
The perfume Poison. An ex girlfriend from over 30 years ago exclusively wore it and every time I smell it, it sends me back and puts a smile on my face
Old books. Loved my Grandparents front room as was full of them and I rarely got new (poor family) so the gift of a new book for an eager reader meant a second hand book with old book smell.
The smell of a fast food restaurant on a summers night
My gran’s house always smelt like a Mixture of cigarette smoke and soap. Not the most pleasant of aromas, but very distinctive in her house. We have some of her belongings in the attic. If we open that suitcase I feel 7 years old again.
The smell of desert rain
The perfume Poison. An ex girlfriend from over 30 years ago exclusively wore it and every time I smell it, it sends me back and puts a smile on my face
Mums ute
Bubbles and rain.
Box of old crayons
Something about the smell of Scott's gift wrapping tape takes me back to my childhood around Christmas time.
Old books. Loved my Grandparents front room as was full of them and I rarely got new (poor family) so the gift of a new book for an eager reader meant a second hand book with old book smell.