Wednesday, July 29

Ooooh, it smells soooooo good!


Back in the very early days of my first blog, I wrote about smells and how they can influence us. Not many people saw that post, so I decided to run it again. Enjoy!

17 comments:

Shiny Rod said...

I love that story. My dad was a big Brut fan and still today whenever I smell Brut, I think of him. I am also glad you came out fine from the car accident, I didn't fair so well and ended up spending 2 months in traction in the middle of summer vacation from school. Take care!

Tabor said...

I do miss my dwindling sense of smell. Not so much when changing grandchildren's diapers, but so very much when trying to enjoy a nice red wine.

bobbie said...

So true. When you hear a song or catch a scent, the past rushes back. Whenever I enter or even pass a bakery it brings back my childhood and favorite memories. And there are so many others.

JeanMac said...

Oh, Judy, you brought back such memories for me, also. Mu sis and I always bought Mom Evening in Paris perfume. Wasn't it in a ble or purple little bottle?

robin andrea said...

It is amazing how the sense of smell can stay with you for so long. It is quite powerful and evocative. I always like when external things can trigger memories. For me music does that in an instant. Just a few notes, I can be sent back to when I first heard it.

What a challenging first outing to the store all by yourself. I'm glad the injuries weren't so bad.

Evil Twin's Wife said...

The scent factor is so true. My mom washed our clothes in Tide - I only use Tide. In fact, when I smell other people's laundry, sometimes it makes me kinda queasy, cause it's not TIDE! LOL.

utenzi said...

I'm pretty sure that my armpits have no secret fans. :-(

Kay Dennison said...

One of my great aunts always wore Evening in Paris and it always made me sneeze when she hugged me. That guy must have been a cutie!!!

John said...

OMG, thank God you didn't get seriously injured!

My Mom says she can't smell, but she loves perfume. I don't get it.

I used to wear cologne myself, but over the years I think I have become more sensitive to these things and I really can't stand to smell perfume, cologne, fragrances on people. It just really bothers me and I get allergy symptoms: watery eyes, runny nose, etc.--elevators are especially bad!

Gilly said...

My mother's house, when she was alive and living at home, had a very distinctive smell - a combination of furniture polish, baking and I don't quite know what! If I ever get a hint of that smell, I am back at home immediately!

There are so many other smells that bring back memories (Evening in Paris included!) but never the armpit of a man!!

PI said...

Poor you! I hope you didn't get scarred. Evening in Paris was awful wasn't it?

Arkansas Patti said...

I was so enjoying the post till you got smacked down. Good grief, you were sure lucky nothing was broken.
Kind of wondering about those arm pits. I think that means he should have been the father of your children.
I do remember Evening in Paris. It was my first gift from a boy.

Granny Annie said...

Oh Judy, thank you for rerunning that post. It is a great one. Your poor mother! Did she ever let you go anywhere by yourself again?

My husband tells about how your scent will give you away to the enemy. In a strange land you should eat what the natives eat and not wear any deoderant, lotions or aftershave so your scent is the same as theirs.

Let me walk into a home with chicken frying and the odor of cigarette smoke and I've walked into my memories of Grandma and Grandpa's house.

Nancy said...

Judy,

You are so right that almost anything that trigger a memory of a certain time or place or person.

I always go to sleep with my little radio playing, but it cannot be music. I listen instead to an all news all the time show or NPR because if I listen to music so many songs remind me of another time and place and I get all weepy for those days gone by.

Sentimental me...

Grannymar said...

It was lovely to revisit an old post.

I am not familiar with the scent you mention, perhaps it never made it over the pond! 4711 Cologne was the usual gift from our few pence for mammy when I was young. n Nowadays I am unable to recall its perfume at all.

oklhdan said...

Smells that bring back memories
Old Spice - my father.
Brut - my first boyfriend.
Jean Nate' - college days in the summer.

Great Post.

Peter said...

That post started me thinking... how long have we been blog friends??? the earliest comment from you that I could find was made on Aug 21 2005 thats a fair while!!!!
BTW the first comment from Maria was on Aug 26 2005.... also a while ago!!!