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COLUMN: A list of some of the worldÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s best smells
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Freshly mown lawn is a favourite smell for many. (Black Press file photo)

Last week in this space, I invited you to .

This week, IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™m trying to get you to smell one.

A list of the greatest sounds in the world sparked plenty of response (thanks, everyone), which IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve saved for a future piece.

Now, letÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s fire up those olfactory senses and see what we can smell.

Like sounds, smells can evoke all kinds of memories. So what are some of the best ones?

Interestingly, there seems to be far less consensus with the smells. WhatÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s odoriferous to some may be delightful to others.

IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ll start with some of my favourites (many connected to their friends, the best sounds).

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Fresh-cut grass at the ballfield. Or the golf course. Or your backyard.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The inside of your baseball glove, even if itÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s been in the garage for years.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Absorbine Jr.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The smell of fresh-brewed coffee. I donÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t drink it, but it smells good. Best smelled at 5:30 a.m. at the rink.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Hockey card gum. Could be number one on the list. Now, actually eating the shards of pink glass is another story.

Can you smell it yet?

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ My grandparentsÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ house. Lavender and aftershave.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ My dadÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s workshop. Grease and woodchips.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Coming home to the house whenever Mum was cooking anything.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Going to my friendsÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ houses whenever their moms were cooking anything.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Your hockey bag. Even in an ammonia-like state if you left it in the car and it baked in the sun and then you coated everything in Old Spice. My nostrils are yelling at me right now.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ A freshly opened can of tennis balls. Always took about 10 minutes to get my nose out of the can before play could resume.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The inside of an old used book store.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ When you walk down the street and your neighbours all seem to have their barbecue going at once.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The plethora of olfactory choices in a good candy store.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Gasoline. If you ever catch me sniffing my fingers, itÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s because a little gas got on there while I was filling the lawn mower.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ If you ever used to catch me smelling my fingers, it was from my very brief stint working at McDonaldÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s, where the smell of onions lingered no matter how many times you washed your hands.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Perfume/cologne instantly transporting you back to a certain place in time, whether it was you dousing yourself in it or someone elseÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜scentÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Chlorine at the pool.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Pine needles.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Your favourite old sporting goods store.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Perfectly crisp, fresh paper money. (Anyone remember that?)

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The smell of the pits at Western Speedway.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Hot dogs with onions at the ballpark.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The smell of manure as I near the Cowichan Valley (coming south) and I immediately feel like IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™m home.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Sizzling hot tar on a road.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Butchart Gardens.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The inside of an old car thatÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s been in a garage for decades.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Hawaiian Tropic suntan lotion. Wherever I am, a whiff of that and Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜Wave BabiesÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ by Honeymoon Suite starts playing in my mind.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The distinctive smell of walking along the railway tracks on a scorching summer day.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Vicks VapoRub. Also Neocitran.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Sparklers as they just go out in your hand. Also those little cap things in the toy guns we all seemed to have as kids.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ A fresh box of crayons. Never was one to enjoy the smell of glue. A good thing, IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™m told.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Freshly baked bread. Freshly baked cookies. Freshly baked anything.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ A row of leather jackets in a clothing store. I may or may not have stuck my head in the middle of them a few times.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Some sizzling bacon. How many of you were wondering when IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™d get to that one. Mmm, bacon.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜New carÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ smell.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Felt pens.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Rain in the summer.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Play-Doh. Have left a few noseprints inside those jars.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Inside the bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The fart jar. Those in the know will know. Certainly wouldnÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™t make any Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥˜bestÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ lists, but favourites? IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ll allow it.

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HereÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s some offerings from my Black Press colleagues:

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Damp cedar.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ That first whiff of the ocean when youÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve been away from the coast.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The smell of a sunny spring day after the rain stops falling and the flowers are in bloom.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ A good humidor

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Campfire smoke during a summer campout.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ The sweet smell of cotton candy and mini donuts at a fair/carnival.

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ Laundry after itÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™s dried outside in the sun. (IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ll throw in the distinctive smell of clothes being ironed).

Ï㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥¢ That gamey whiff from the (now closed) UBC farm.

What did we miss? Let me know some of your favourites.

PQB News/VI Free Daily editor can be reached by email at philip.wolf@blackpress.ca, or by phone at 250-905-0019.



Philip Wolf

About the Author: Philip Wolf

IÏ㽶ÊÓƵֱ²¥™ve been involved with journalism on Vancouver Island for more than 30 years, beginning as a teenage holiday fill-in at the old Cowichan News Leader.
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