Smells.... the dark red rose my mum had that we tried to make scent out of, the smell of haberdashery and material takes me back to grandmas shop. The smell of newspapers takes me back to my first job with the pervert boss. Jasmine reminds me of the time I was offered Jasmine base to smell at Bush Boakes Allen, ..and I said there was something missing. Later he offered Jasmine absolute, and I said that was it. one was £5 a bottle, the other £5000, what can I say, I have expensive tastes.
I only ever smelt tripe once, but my Mother says that she and my Granddad would sneak off into the village (you couldn't find the village now for houses, let alone find the butcher that sold it) and eat a paper of pre-cooked tripe between them, quickly, so that my Grandma wouldn't find out.
There were more things to smell when you went shopping many years ago, as everything wasn't packaged and wrapped or chilled into submission. The grocer's still had glass lidded boxes of biscuits so you could choose your own selection, almondy Nice, ginger nuts or the waft of custard creams, you still bought cheese cut by the piece, the sweetshop smelt of penny chews and sherbet and sugar mice, the hardware store smelt of paraffin and dusty wooden floor and nails and the draper's had the crisp smell of new fabrics. More hygienic nowadays but leaves the experience lacking somehow.
You can have too much of a good thing though. When I was at school we went on a visit to a Bourjois factory. After an hour or so my nose really hurt with all the perfumes. That lasted for a day or two but my school mac reeked for weeks!
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Smells.... the dark red rose my mum had that we tried to make scent out of, the smell of haberdashery and material takes me back to grandmas shop. The smell of newspapers takes me back to my first job with the pervert boss. Jasmine reminds me of the time I was offered Jasmine base to smell at Bush Boakes Allen, ..and I said there was something missing. Later he offered Jasmine absolute, and I said that was it. one was £5 a bottle, the other £5000, what can I say, I have expensive tastes.
I only ever smelt tripe once, but my Mother says that she and my Granddad would sneak off into the village (you couldn't find the village now for houses, let alone find the butcher that sold it) and eat a paper of pre-cooked tripe between them, quickly, so that my Grandma wouldn't find out.
I still think you can't go past freshly baked bread!
Tripe and onions my Dad used to have that sometimes for his dinner , it is the only food I don't like
O/H use to make bread and the smell in the house was wonderful , a warm slice with butter and cheese , just wonderful
There were more things to smell when you went shopping many years ago, as everything wasn't packaged and wrapped or chilled into submission. The grocer's still had glass lidded boxes of biscuits so you could choose your own selection, almondy Nice, ginger nuts or the waft of custard creams, you still bought cheese cut by the piece, the sweetshop smelt of penny chews and sherbet and sugar mice, the hardware store smelt of paraffin and dusty wooden floor and nails and the draper's had the crisp smell of new fabrics. More hygienic nowadays but leaves the experience lacking somehow.
You can have too much of a good thing though. When I was at school we went on a visit to a Bourjois factory. After an hour or so my nose really hurt with all the perfumes. That lasted for a day or two but my school mac reeked for weeks!