COMMENTS:
Voted : black-eyed peas cooking
Mumsy always cooks them on New Years' Day for Good Luck. I remember them from childhood when we lived where it snows.
Oh yeh, the smell of home made bread takes me back to my younger days. mmmm mmmm!
My farts remind me of what I had for breakfast.
Voted : Liniment
Certain brands of liniment, powder, and perfume. Reminds me of the times when I stayed with my grandparents and slept in the old back bedroom with all the cool antiques and pictures in it.
Voted : Marijuana
Nothing stimulates my sense memory quite like pot. It's a pavlovian thing. First there's the "generic" smell of high-grade pot, but over and over again I'll run into specific strains which time warp me through all of the intoxicating experiences I associate with that specific smell.
Nothing, really. My nose doesn't work all that well.
Baby Oil. As a teenager I used it to masterbate.
Voted : Rosewater or rose perfume
This reminds me of my grandma's top dresser drawer. She had a bottle of fragrant rose perfume in it, lace hankies that smelled of that perfume, a single strand of ivory colored glass pearls and a package of Ex-Lax. But it is rose perfume that instantly reminds me of that drawer.
Voted : Alcolohol
The smell of alcohol reminds me of my father's breath the the condition he was in most of the time.
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