tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34773211.post4848425657038965812..comments2023-03-28T22:29:01.316-05:00Comments on Classy, Tacky, or Stupid?: I remember that smellkathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06496278415374174195noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34773211.post-30357608117493078602007-05-18T07:25:00.000-05:002007-05-18T07:25:00.000-05:00No, Scott. I'm quite sure it isn't. I have..ahem.....No, Scott. I'm <I>quite</I> sure it isn't. I have..ahem..since moved on to the unscented variety.Stephhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03013628807611348775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34773211.post-20309775780687184262007-05-17T19:00:00.000-05:002007-05-17T19:00:00.000-05:00Um...is it...you know, GOOD to put a scented tampo...Um...is it...you know, GOOD to put a scented tampon up your hooch?? Just askin'.Animalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14011608269211715910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34773211.post-57762390582223814562007-05-16T12:14:00.000-05:002007-05-16T12:14:00.000-05:00I should probably just keep this one to myself, bu...I should probably just keep this one to myself, but the smell of Playtex scented tampons takes me straight back to ballet class in my early teens--or, to be more specific, the bathroom of the ballet studio. Tampons and tutus: a winning combo.<BR/><BR/>They put so much perfume in those suckers, all you have to do is walk past the feminine hygiene aisle to get a whiff.Stephhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03013628807611348775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34773211.post-76469041059113117912007-05-14T06:07:00.000-05:002007-05-14T06:07:00.000-05:00I too have flashbacks to the summer we "cleaned" C...I too have flashbacks to the summer we "cleaned" Case Hall whenever I get a whiff of Mr. Clean. This also happens with sights for me as well- whenever I SEE a box cutter razor blade, I am inundated with visions of trying to get..."goo" off of the walls of the dorm room. Not such a good memory.<BR/><BR/>I have a potpourri mix in a large bottle that has a rubber seal at the top. It sits on top of one of our music cabinets next to the piano. I inherited it from my Grandma Mimi. Whenever I open it up, it's like she's standing right next to me, and I am instantly teleported to her condo in DeWitt where we would probably be making something like kibbe or grape leaves.Tesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10529387599483103432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34773211.post-37350621390279257012007-05-12T17:33:00.000-05:002007-05-12T17:33:00.000-05:00The smell of Avon Silicone Glove lotion will ALWAY...The smell of Avon Silicone Glove lotion will ALWAYS remind me of my grandma...L*I*S*Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02727834966701714029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34773211.post-32138467565171505092007-05-12T08:22:00.000-05:002007-05-12T08:22:00.000-05:00The instant you started talking about smell memory...The instant you started talking about smell memory I could smell the little trash cans of Slime I loved as a kid. Play-dough too. But really, my friend Eric's childhood house...just a really distinct odor, not bad, but unique; I don't catch it often, but every once in awhile I'll be somewhere and something in the air will trigger that memory and I'll instantly be back to 1978...Animalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14011608269211715910noreply@blogger.com