Smells

Diesel reminds me of the smell on my dad when he came home from work.

Bleach reminds me of my Nan, because she always seemed to have things in the bathroom sink, soaking.

The smell of paint always reminds me of my dad who 'worked' as a painter and decorator (when he felt like it). Wet paint always reminds me of times when he was bringing money in and not in the pub. Also the smell of a freshly tarmaced road brings memories of watching a steamroller in the road outside our house. Although that smell is rare nowadays.

Balkan Sobranie tobacco and Odd fellows sweets are my dad ,Evening in Paris perfume and Dettol are my mum,I've never been a smoker and hate cigarette smoke but dad was a pipe man and the tobacco was a nice smell .

Nothing beats the smell of Johnstons baby talc though .None of my GC had talc and I understand why but it was a beautiful smell

St Bruno tobacco was the aroma of my Dad. Travelling on a train through the mountains of Corsica, I was strongly reminded of it when the smoke from a fire in the maquis drifted through the open window

Carbolic soap reminds me of school

Imperial Leather soap reminds me of my mother

Johnson baby soap reminds me of my babies so i use it every day.

I so miss those instant transportations back in time which a smell used to trigger - anosmia suck

Blue Grass reminds me of my mum. Pipe tobacco of my granddad.

Paco Rabanne reminds me of someone nice.

Imperial leather reminds me of my grandma.
Brut or Old spice aftershave my Dad.
Greasy fish and chip shop ..my mil.
Varnish.. A printing factory I used to work in and loved the job and the people in it.

The smell of honeysuckle always reminds me of my parents as we used to have lots of it in the garden when I was a child. I dislike the actual spell of Opium perfume but I love to smell it as it reminds me of my dearest sister who sadly died when we were in our 40s

The sell of mint reminds me of the place we were evacuated to at the beginning of the war. Out in the Northumberland countryside.
I was only 3, so can't be sure that's really the place. But I have a few photos.

Sudocrem my babies
Golden Virginia tobacco my dad

I love the smell inside my dear old mum's handbag which I have kept after she died nearly 10years ago. One whiff and she is there instantly. It is inside another bag at the bottom of my wardrobe so it doesnt get tainted by anything else.