I always liked the smell of diesel...not from cars but from ships in port or dockyards... perhaps I wanted to be whisked off by some handsome seafarer from somewhere I'd never heard of... it seemed terribly romantic.....if not exactly Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson....
If its worse in the evening in summer then a jasmine or tobacco plants or night scented stocks and there is a viburnum that smells divine (in my garden but don't know the variety) to plant. Failing that, a clothes peg on the nose or breathing through the mouth is all I can suggest.
Mike , I agree , like wood fires , have still got an open fire place Fire and burn lots of free wood , do have to buy coal , very expensive . You can smell a Fire , when walking down the village High street , one of our local pubs always have a real Fire , can't best it
Its like in the village my OH came from, someone from a town bought the very pretty 'Church Cottage' , then tried to get up a petition to stop bell ringing practice and the cars parking outside his house.
OH says he remembers being put to bed as a littlun, and the practice would start, mum shouting to them to go to sleep.
Mike, I thought you were going to say about the crowded train, its ok till someone farts after last nights curry.
I used to go from Liverpool dock to Somerset with oil from the refinery, phew, that smell takes some beating, couldnt wait to get home to smell the cow muck.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
our next door neighbour , but one, is a dairy farm, and they keep the cows in barns all day , every day of the year. Easier to milk etc , but I'd love to see them out and about and, indeed, smell them.
if the choice is country smells, or the constant drone of traffic, the constant light pollution or the nightmare of other people's noise. I'd have the country ,and its smells every time. Each to his own.
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I always liked the smell of diesel...not from cars but from ships in port or dockyards... perhaps I wanted to be whisked off by some handsome seafarer from somewhere I'd never heard of... it seemed terribly romantic.....if not exactly Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson....
I' m not sure James is listening any more, (sole post, sole thread!) ...
... but it seems to have started some conversations...
If its worse in the evening in summer then a jasmine or tobacco plants or night scented stocks and there is a viburnum that smells divine (in my garden but don't know the variety) to plant. Failing that, a clothes peg on the nose or breathing through the mouth is all I can suggest.
Mike , I agree , like wood fires , have still got an open fire place Fire and burn lots of free wood , do have to buy coal , very expensive . You can smell a Fire , when walking down the village High street , one of our local pubs always have a real Fire , can't best it
Its like in the village my OH came from, someone from a town bought the very pretty 'Church Cottage' , then tried to get up a petition to stop bell ringing practice and the cars parking outside his house.
OH says he remembers being put to bed as a littlun, and the practice would start, mum shouting to them to go to sleep.
Mike, I thought you were going to say about the crowded train, its ok till someone farts after last nights curry.
I used to go from Liverpool dock to Somerset with oil from the refinery, phew, that smell takes some beating, couldnt wait to get home to smell the cow muck.
i would recommend a Eucalyptus gunnii https://www.rhs.org.uk/plants/details?plantid=754
And the lovely country smell of a dairy farm should be a lot less in the summer when the cattle are out at pasture all day and night.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
our next door neighbour , but one, is a dairy farm, and they keep the cows in barns all day , every day of the year. Easier to milk etc , but I'd love to see them out and about and, indeed, smell them.
if the choice is country smells, or the constant drone of traffic, the constant light pollution or the nightmare of other people's noise. I'd have the country ,and its smells every time. Each to his own.