We have a linen closet that for a time in my childhood was emptied out and made to serve as the “Nintendo room”, containing an NES hooked up to an old Commodore 64 monitor. I still associate that fabric/crafty smell with 8-bit gaming.
I also love the smell of sun soaked dog fur.
The University of Wisconsin Madison Arboretum has several acres planted with a combination of; magnolias, crab apples, and lilacs.
During April to early May that field smells AMAAAAZING.
Horny pussy. It’s absolutely intoxicating
My favorite smell is also my favorite word; Petrichor. It’s the smell of the earth when it rains after an extended dry period.
From Wikipedia “from Ancient Greek πέτρα (pétra) ‘rock’; or πέτρος (pétros) ‘stone’ and ἰχώρ (ikhṓr) ‘ichor’, the ethereal fluid that is the blood of the gods in Greek mythology.”
I like that smell, or that smell that comes right before a rain where you can smell its coming or lilacs when they first start to bud and its not too heavy yet
A well aged cheese. Honorable mention to Creosote bushes (thunderstorm smell)
Napalm in the morning. /s
Mine is a composite smell of my grandfather’s shed: soil, and sawdust, and wood glue, and petrol, and pipe smoke, and whisky. He was a keen gardener and would often spend the afternoon pottering around the garden, tending to his veggies or flowerbeds or mowing the lawn, then wind up for an hour or so in the shed, sitting on a deck chair and smoking his pipe (or occasionally a cigar) and drinking single malt whisky. Sometimes he’d be reading the paper, sometimes looking through the notebooks he filled with plans and notes about the garden, sometimes just looking out across the garden and being content. I never got into gardening, but I did love to find him at the end of a day at school and just hang out with him in the shed. Often we wouldn’t talk, he’d read the paper and I’d read The Beano. I learned companionable silence from him.
Sometimes I’ll catch one of those smells and it takes me right back to that shed and makes me feel safe and warm and happy.
The scent of nothing. I really dislike artificial scents, like perfume, air “purifiers”, and sprays. Natural scents are fine, but I prefer they stay outside the house.
Smell from rain is very nice. And oranges.
Tom Ford Tuscan Leather
Tom Ford Oud Wood
Parfums de Marly Herod
Le Labo The Noir 29 and Santal 33
Apparently Lemmy has decided for me:
Crisp “smell” after first frost.
Oceanic pine forest on hot days
Onion and garlic when heated in oil making food.
Sagebrush after a summer rain
Rotisserie chicken.
Tomato plants. Pet fur. Orange blossom. Generic institution bathroom cleaner. Seaweed. My partner’s clean breath
Taking a hit out of my cats fur after a long stressful day is the best relaxation technique I’ve found
CK1. Had some when I was a teenager, forgot about it for 20 years, now whenever I smell it I am instantly transported (sadly not literally) back to a more simple time before I completely fucked my life up.
