Everyone has their favorite smells, whether they are comforting, exciting, or simply beautiful smells. It could be food, floral, woodsy, holiday-y - anything goes! Please be respectful to each other. Someone might like a smell that doesn't appeal to you, and that's OK! Just be kind. :)
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The air after it has spent the whole day raining.
That scent has a name! Petrichor! I learned it a few weeks ago
Freshly baked bread! Freshly ground coffee. The mixture of perfumes when you walk into a department store (they should bottle it.) Old English roses.
Nature Air. It doesn't matter where, it smells holier then the popes waffles.
A slightly odd one but I love the smell of a 2-stroke petrol engine. It reminds me of summers with my late grandad, helping him with the gardens.
The forest in the Pacific Northwest in the afternoon in summer. Cedar and fir and hemlock mixed with sword fern, salal, wild rose and earth, all heated and mingled. It’s sweet and green and warm.
I loved huffing the neck of my cat (the late, great Petrushka) after he’d been sleeping for awhile. Eau de Chat!
Wild Honeysuckle. It grew along the backyard fence when I was little. I splet in the back bedroom and woke up to that smell wafting in my room every morning when it was growing. I've been growing some in huge pot on my deck for about 10 years now. I scooped the vine out of the curb in my neighborhood. What a delight to the senses!
Gardenias, Lilies, lilac, jasmine, certain types of roses, fresh bread, old books, etc.
I think yellow roses are the best smelling roses. I’m also really partial to star jasmine because my grandfather had it all over the place in his front yard.
Pine needles. Old, musty books. Freshly baked goods. Warm, steamy tea. Cut grass. Earth and the smells of plants. Flowers of all kinds. Air after it rains. Gentle, soft perfume. Marshmallows roasting on an open campfire.
The Scottish Highlands.
I used to work with someone who came from England. She was looking forward to going back there to visit when she retired as she longed for the smell of the Moors. She said in her will she has asked her son to take her ashes back there to spread on the moors.
Charlie Red it’s the perfume that my wife wore when we were teenagers every time I smell it I swear my mind time travels back to then
Croissants or any freshly baked cake or bread! Also lavender spray, my mum used to put on my stuffed toys to help me sleep
Dark red roses. Zingy perfumes. Bread baking in Switzerland. The smell of my mum's perfume.
Does Swiss bread baking smell different from other breads when they’re baked?
The perfect salt air at ‘Sconset Beach.
Privet blossoms in May & June.
A perfume that reminds you of someone or something from your past, like the old Elizabeth Arden Blue Grass.
Hyacinths, especially at Easter.
A fresh pine tree. I’ll never understand “pine scent” candles. None comes even remotely close. Why can’t they get that right?
Sunday dinner of leg of lamb, potatoes and onions.
The way lipstick used to smell when they put a scent in it.
Sometimes typically unpleasant smells like cigarette smoke or diesel exhaust or attic mustiness that evoke warm memories.
Just-cut grass.
An old mosquito repellent named “6-12” - have been looking for an old, unopened bottle for 45+ years just to smell it again.
There are so many more, but that’s it for now.
Redwood forest
Homemade chicken soup
Freshly baked bread
Chocolate chip cookies fresh out of the oven
Sandlewood incense or white sage
I used to favor sandalwood, but the local Harvest Market has a cinnamon incense and in my nose’s opinion, that trumped it
Salt and vinegar chips
cinnamon.
I. LOVE. CINNAMON!!! Especially the smell of cinnamon buns being baked.
Eucalyptus and Spearmint together.
Wow...those are two very strong scents just by themselves...I’m unable to imagine them in my mind’s nose.
Puppy breath!
Puppies smell so good! My dog just smells like a dog now, and she's kinda stinky today, but when she was a puppy I couldn't stop burying my nose in her fur.
Very weirdly my comfort smell is very specifically period blood. I don't even know why, but it is
Lavender. I can still remember the time I was driving through Provence. I came over a hill, and the sight made me slowly drift to a stop. From horizon to horizon was freshly blossoming lavender. When I opened the door the scent hypnotized me and pulled me into the field. I will never forget the color, the scent, and the sound of millions of drunken bees.
Roses, Jasmine, Wisteria, Hyacinths... A real pine tree at Christmas... Cinnamon buns baking, My backyard in the pines after a rain (Pine & Petrichor) and remembering my Mom's perfume she wore when going to work.
Very specific but a certain slime called whipped coffee from DopeSlimes it smells just like coffee but sweeter and I love it
Sea breeze smell with hints of sun lotion with slihht hint of Marlborough cigarette smoke!!!
I LOVE mint because it smells so nice and refreshing and it reminds me of Christmas and those little peppermint balls you get at restaurants gives me thoughts of the good times :D
Forest after a rain
Air before the rain (Petrichor). Rain. Wood fire. Cut Grass. Sawdust.
My late aunt's house. And after losing my sense of smell and having in weakened to basically nothing due to Covid...anything pleasant I can smell.
Nag champa incense! Unfortunately, my husband HATES it.
That's too bad. Maybe you could burn them outside. That's how my dad burns sage away from us.
One of my favourites is weird. It's the smell of hot water. Just that, particularly on a face washer.
The smell of fried chicken, the air before it starts raining, and laundry. I also like the smell of tires in a tire store.
The smell of a clean and warm child's hair when they cuddle up next to you on the couch.
- Gas (no, not farts. The kind you put in a car)
- The air while the snow is melting
- My grandma’s house
- Irons when they have been on for a few minutes
I like all these smells but my favorite one is the smell of the spatula after you make pancakes.
My Grandma was a master of scents. She grew gardenias and roses, and would float the cut blossoms in little bowls of water around the house. She dried her sheets on a clothes line and would store them with dried lavender from her garden. She cooked amazing Mexican food, full of spices and different kinds of chile peppers. And she always wore the same perfume: L'air du Temps. I loved staying at her house.
My grandmother’s scents were pretty much all cooking scents in my memory of her. My grandfather’s was different—it was the smell of wood shavings, most especially cedar!
The perfume Le Male by Jean Paul Gaultier. I could bite a chunk out of everyone who wears it!
Lavender for me. I will never forget the day I was driving through Provence. I came over a hill and the sight made me push in the gear shift pedal and drift to a stop. From literally horizon to horizon was fresh blooming lavender. When I opened the car door the scent took over me, pulled me out of the car and into the field. There is nothing in the world like the smell of lavender along with the sound of a million nectar drunken bees.
Lavender for me. I will never forget the day I was driving through Provence. I came over a hill and the sight made me push in the gear shift pedal and drift to a stop. From literally horizon to horizon was fresh blooming lavender. When I opened the car door the scent took over me, pulled me out of the car and into the field. There is nothing in the world like the smell of lavender along with the sound of a million nectar drunken bees.