no kidding
that was huge

Once a long time ago, a buddy locked his rigged rods with power worms tied on, that had been soaked in Spike-It garlic sauce in the truck on a warm summer night
That was one long ride home the next day. I can still smell it....

Reminds me of spending 20 years working in a motor pool when I was in the Army. NOT a fond memory at all.

I bet that was great, our everyday coffee here in the dawg house

There was a coffee company north of I-10 in Houston, Folgers or Maxwell House, I don't remember which. I could smell the coffee roasting every night as I drove home after work. It didn't remind me of anything I just liked the smell.

For me it is sounds that bring back the most memories. Love going back to TN and hearing the whipperwills at night in the woods around the house.
Smell would be honeysuckle. Always had that in the fence rows.

That smell of mustiness when you roll up to the lake early in the morning. Reminds me of fishing as a kid with family. Still love it.

The smell of crappie being fried.
Takes me back to when my mother would pan fry crappie that my dad had only scaled and gutted leaving the tail on.
We would pull the meat off the rib cage with a fork and eat crunchy crazy good tail, it was the best. Skin and all.
This was 50 years ago, but I did a couple time in the past couple years.

(I can't get no) Satisfaction by the Stones reminds me of a girl I had a crush on back in the summer of 1967.

Tinks #69

DeCoty coffee company on Austin St. in SanAngelo

Maria Mendoza wore a cheap honeysuckle perfume. Every time I smell honeysuckle I remember the first time I got honeysuckled.

I was born without a sense of smell.

Manure. Brings back memories of my time stationed in Germany. They loved to spread liquid manure all over their fields

Napalm