Smells you like

Strike a match, blow it out. That.

The fresh clean smell you get at about 6am on a summer morning.

r3nu4l wrote: »

The smell of:


that smell of 'earth' in the air after a spring rain shower.

I think it's known as petrichor. The smell is all the more beautiful if you happen to be in a forest at the time.

Fanny.

Roast chicken.

Frying bacon.

Polish.

Fresh hay.

the smell of fresh air in the countryside.

Ok, my all-time favourite smell is a little hard to describe, and unfortunately I haven't yet come across is in Ireland.
It's the smell you get when you had a really long, hot sunny summer's day (30 to 35 degrees), very stifling, and towards evening the air is cooling just that little bit with a thunderstorm brewing.
When the wind picks up and the first few really big, heavy drops hit the hot asphalt and dust on the road....
That smell is indescribably beautiful to me.

On the more normal side, I love the smell of Indian spices, I adore the smell of cinnamon and of hyacinths.

Where perfumes are concerned I prefer the spicy/oriental ones, anything with frankincense, amber, patchouli... as long as there is no smell of orchids. I really hate that particular one.

CollardGreens wrote: »

patchouli oil, love it!

Oh my God, the most disgusting smell on earth. I can't even be in a house that smells of patchouli. And then people rub it in their hair, eeeeeee!

Christmas Tree

Fresh bread

Blown out match

The smell in the air after its rained

Smell after shooting a rifle or shotgun yummy.
dewbury womens perfume
calvin cluine escape
another +1 for those old black fat markers
the old yellow/lemon coloured American Cream soda
ginger ale / canada dry
mulled wine (though not the taste)
the smell or slightly static sensation when you open a sealed magazine or dvd.

I hated the smell of Brute and Old spice aftershaves when I was a Kid & Teenager now that I'm in my late 30's and bought some for nostalgia I love the smell. especially the old spice.

Not a smell I overly like but more of a smell I remember from youth:
Travellers/rancheros crisps. No dis-repect aimed at travellers intended. As a Kid the traveller women used to come begging and knock on every door in the neighbour hood looking for clothes (which they would later dump half the time around the corner) milk/money/bread etc. My mother would always bring them into the kitchen and offer them a cup of tea etc. I remember I always got the smell of Ranchero's the very miniute they walked in the door.
Maybe it was the smell of campfire.

~B

Nobody has said it yet so I will..........GEE, there I said it. Yes I love the smell of it in the morning.

I love the smell of warm dogs, not wet, just warm. And horses. Horses smell lovely.