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Laundry soap always makes me think of my childhood. My siblings and I would play in the backyard and there was a part of the yard that had a clothesline with laundry hanging from it. The air would smell like the soap.
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Chlorination/bleach reminds me of public (indoor) pools in which I can distinctly hear the echos of children laughing and sounds of big splashes as people jump off the diving board.
There's a bunch but im having a major brain fart right now. I do not like that smell.
The smell of grease, oil, and transmission fluid as it ended up on arms, hands, and when that itch needed scratching, my nose or cheeks or the ass on my pants.
Sounds odd to some people, im sure. To me those are days back when i was able to see in order to do many of those things working on vehicles and not taking 3 times longer than it should. (Since im legally blind for those that might wonder).
I love those smells. And the gasoline smell from old carbureted vehicles. Goooooood stuuuffffff mmmmm.
The smell of the first raindrops on a dry dusty ground reminds me of being forcefully locked up indoors as a kid, along with my sister and our late elder brother who was asthmatic and therefore was prohibited from exposing himself to cold weather. I still love that smell though, nevertheless.
So many!
They're very peculiar smells that I will just get a random whiff of every once in a great while.
I can't even explain most of them; they're the distinctive smells of certain places I frequented or grew up in (you know how every building has its own smell?), even an old car we had. There was the sweet smell of grass and whatever other weeds/flowers grew in our back field as a kid. Also, certain perfumes that people I knew wore, though I have no idea what the names were.
I have a few body sprays I used to use, myself, that remind me of certain times in my life when I wore them most.
My old drawings I used to do on MSPaint, I used to draw stuff on my old laptop when I was really young.
I remember my mom had a big bottle of Jean Naté body Splash in her master bathroom cabinets. I also vaguely remember having Love's Baby Soft, I quit using it around twelve years of age when my grandmother sent me my first bottle of White Linen by Estee Lauder.
I'm sure there are others, but Marijuana actually comes to mind. I have a VERY early sensory memory of the smell in the hallway leading to my parents bedroom. For the longest time, when I first started experimenting with weed as a adolescent, I couldn't place why I had this familiar feeling about the smell. It was the weirdest thing, and then one day the memory hit me like a ton of bricks and I was like holy shit!!! My parents were totally lighting it up back in the day!