I fill the fridge with things stratifying. I also put things in recycled containers, both food, and seeds, with little labels on that say things like "Victoria plumb". Then, thinking he would like something fruity on his breakfast cereal, my husband came along, and tipped the contents without looking - not the best way to start the day.
I've spoken to the chief allotmenteer and asked him to let me know if the people on the next half-allotment decide to give it up. He said he would and that the committee is going to look at all the plots in the new year anyway, as there are several neglected ones. Yay! I might yet have more land!
My Dad's workshop smelt of cut wood, caustic soda, various acids, wood stain, bri-wax and cellulose thinners. Even if I try to re-create the smell by refurbishing a wooden item now, I can't quite get the same smell.
Most of the smells would be considered unpleasant, but that is the odd thing, when you put them together with lots of memories - you get a very, personally important smell-scape.
Patsy F - That's it - ether. My Dad was in hospital a lot during the late sixties and somehow or other that smell, even though I was young, made me feel that he was safe and protected. I used to like hearing the rattle of cups and saucers on the trolley as well.
We had a dairy farm and one of my jobs was to help wean the calves. I used to have to put my hand in a bucket of skimmed milk and let the calves suck the milk off my fingers until they got the hang of drinking it on their own. I loved the smell of the warm calves, the straw, the creosote on the wooden beams, the oil of the tractor, oh happy, innocent days.
It is interesting to read how smells have affected people, you don't get many references in normal talk, but they are so full of associations, and it is possible to re-create them in someone else's head, "the warm calves, the straw, the creosote, the wooden beams, the oil of the tractor" yes, I was never there or anywhere like it, but I can actually imagine the smell from the description.. thanks for that one Birdyboots!
I don't know who invented the term smell-scape, but I'm sure I must have heard it from someone else, you are very welcome to use it B3, since I reckon it should be more popular.
Dinah - Glad you appreciated my trip down memory lane, I've enjoyed reading everyone else's too. I don't know how we manage to recall smells for the whole of our life, but I know that when I do, it takes me right back.
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I fill the fridge with things stratifying. I also put things in recycled containers, both food, and seeds, with little labels on that say things like "Victoria plumb". Then, thinking he would like something fruity on his breakfast cereal, my husband came along, and tipped the contents without looking - not the best way to start the day.
B3 , yes interesting smells have gone , fake baked bread smells do they really do that ?
Some charity shows don't smell nice ! All the old clothes
Wood smoke is good too
I like pipe smoke, even though I don't smoke.
I've spoken to the chief allotmenteer and asked him to let me know if the people on the next half-allotment decide to give it up. He said he would and that the committee is going to look at all the plots in the new year anyway, as there are several neglected ones. Yay! I might yet have more land!
My Dad's workshop smelt of cut wood, caustic soda, various acids, wood stain, bri-wax and cellulose thinners. Even if I try to re-create the smell by refurbishing a wooden item now, I can't quite get the same smell.
Most of the smells would be considered unpleasant, but that is the odd thing, when you put them together with lots of memories - you get a very, personally important smell-scape.
.'smell- scape' love it and will insinuate it into conversation to impress
Patsy F - That's it - ether. My Dad was in hospital a lot during the late sixties and somehow or other that smell, even though I was young, made me feel that he was safe and protected. I used to like hearing the rattle of cups and saucers on the trolley as well.
We had a dairy farm and one of my jobs was to help wean the calves. I used to have to put my hand in a bucket of skimmed milk and let the calves suck the milk off my fingers until they got the hang of drinking it on their own. I loved the smell of the warm calves, the straw, the creosote on the wooden beams, the oil of the tractor, oh happy, innocent days.
It is interesting to read how smells have affected people, you don't get many references in normal talk, but they are so full of associations, and it is possible to re-create them in someone else's head, "the warm calves, the straw, the creosote, the wooden beams, the oil of the tractor" yes, I was never there or anywhere like it, but I can actually imagine the smell from the description.. thanks for that one Birdyboots!
I don't know who invented the term smell-scape, but I'm sure I must have heard it from someone else, you are very welcome to use it B3, since I reckon it should be more popular.
Pipe smoke , rarely see or smell them these days
never got into pipes personally
like the odd cigar , mother in law used to like the smell as well
o/h definately does not
Dinah - Glad you appreciated my trip down memory lane, I've enjoyed reading everyone else's too. I don't know how we manage to recall smells for the whole of our life, but I know that when I do, it takes me right back.