Favorite Smells! Have you ever stopped to think about your favorite smells? What kind of odor takes you back, reminds you of something, or perhaps a family gathering where the...

Robert J Samples Loc: Round Rock, Texas

Have you ever stopped to think about your favorite smells? What kind of odor takes you back, reminds you of something, or perhaps a family gathering where the Thanksgiving aromas are so, so good, they still capture your full attention!

Or maybe the smell of the river and the bank along where you first learned to fish. You cannot escape the different location and its smell? Or possibly it is around Christmas and there are whiffs of perfume that permeate the air from gifts girl classmates open to test.

Well, you might guess since I opened this story and waded into the subject, I have three favorite smells. One is the smell of certain fired shotgun shells, not all gun power smells the same, but there is one that I will always cherish, and it will take me all the way back to when I was a young boy.

Another is suntan lotion. While now there are probably hundreds, back in the 1950s, I always enjoyed, in fact reveled in smelling suntan lotion. It meant going swimming, being at Lake Texoma for the day. What was the brand, I am not sure but think it was Coppertone.

And the third one, you will probably laugh at me for being so silly, but the third smell for me was Hoppe’s Powder Solvent. I had a deal with my father. He let me use his shotgun and shells, provided I cleaned the quail he killed. The arrangement was when he hunted during the week, he had to go change wells.

He was a pumper in the oil field and was responsible for a certain number of oil wells. He often hunted in the afternoon, come home with the bird dogs and his hunter’s vest with birds he had killed. My job when I came home on the school bus was to go to the smoke house and check his hunting vest. I would then clean the birds and bring them into the house and wash them thoroughly and put them in the refrigerator. Then I would feed the dogs.
Hoppe’s Power Solvent takes me, even forces me to think about those times! Dad is gone, the dogs are gone, we no longer live in a company owned house, but the memory remains strong, especially when smelling Hoppes!

Many years later, my family and I lived in a suburb of Dallas, and I worked for Exxon, then it was Humble Oil and Refining Company. During one Christmas season, I had a little time during the holiday season and was invited to go quail hunting. I was thrilled to go. I shot and killed five or six quail. The usual protocol was for all the hunters to put their birds in a pile and then divide them equally. This time, I told all the other hunters, it had been over five years since I had tasted quail, and I was going to keep all six birds!

We go home and every day I ask my wife if she is going to cook the quail. She would always equivocate and put off cooking them. Finally, after at least a week, she said she was planning on cooking the quail for supper. My mouth was all set for some fried quail that evening. Well, I got home, we are all seated around the table and my wife brings out a casserole dish.

I said what is that. She said the quail, and I asked her why she fixed them that way. She said she had asked neighbors, ladies at church, all around for a suitable recipe for quail and this was the only way she had learned to cook quail.

I said, “Why didn’t you ask me?” My family was just four, Dad, Mom, My little sister, and me! If Dad killed twelve quail, the limit, my mother cooked all twelve. My Dad ate two, Mom ate two, my sister ate two, and I ate six! All these birds had been fried and it never occurred to me my wife did not know the most common way to cook quail was to fry them! You will have to pardon me, but I had thoughts of divorce! Just Sayin…RJS

ranger632 Loc: Near Yosemite Park Ca.

Robert J Samples wrote:

Have you ever stopped to think about your favorite smells? What kind of odor takes you back, reminds you of something, or perhaps a family gathering where the Thanksgiving aromas are so, so good, they still capture your full attention!

Or maybe the smell of the river and the bank along where you first learned to fish. You cannot escape the different location and its smell? Or possibly it is around Christmas and there are whiffs of perfume that permeate the air from gifts girl classmates open to test.

Well, you might guess since I opened this story and waded into the subject, I have three favorite smells. One is the smell of certain fired shotgun shells, not all gun power smells the same, but there is one that I will always cherish, and it will take me all the way back to when I was a young boy.

Another is suntan lotion. While now there are probably hundreds, back in the 1950s, I always enjoyed, in fact reveled in smelling suntan lotion. It meant going swimming, being at Lake Texoma for the day. What was the brand, I am not sure but think it was Coppertone.

And the third one, you will probably laugh at me for being so silly, but the third smell for me was Hoppe’s Powder Solvent. I had a deal with my father. He let me use his shotgun and shells, provided I cleaned the quail he killed. The arrangement was when he hunted during the week, he had to go change wells.

He was a pumper in the oil field and was responsible for a certain number of oil wells. He often hunted in the afternoon, come home with the bird dogs and his hunter’s vest with birds he had killed. My job when I came home on the school bus was to go to the smoke house and check his hunting vest. I would then clean the birds and bring them into the house and wash them thoroughly and put them in the refrigerator. Then I would feed the dogs.
Hoppe’s Power Solvent takes me, even forces me to think about those times! Dad is gone, the dogs are gone, we no longer live in a company owned house, but the memory remains strong, especially when smelling Hoppes!

Many years later, my family and I lived in a suburb of Dallas, and I worked for Exxon, then it was Humble Oil and Refining Company. During one Christmas season, I had a little time during the holiday season and was invited to go quail hunting. I was thrilled to go. I shot and killed five or six quail. The usual protocol was for all the hunters to put their birds in a pile and then divide them equally. This time, I told all the other hunters, it had been over five years since I had tasted quail, and I was going to keep all six birds!

We go home and every day I ask my wife if she is going to cook the quail. She would always equivocate and put off cooking them. Finally, after at least a week, she said she was planning on cooking the quail for supper. My mouth was all set for some fried quail that evening. Well, I got home, we are all seated around the table and my wife brings out a casserole dish.

I said what is that. She said the quail, and I asked her why she fixed them that way. She said she had asked neighbors, ladies at church, all around for a suitable recipe for quail and this was the only way she had learned to cook quail.

I said, “Why didn’t you ask me?” My family was just four, Dad, Mom, My little sister, and me! If Dad killed twelve quail, the limit, my mother cooked all twelve. My Dad ate two, Mom ate two, my sister ate two, and I ate six! All these birds had been fried and it never occurred to me my wife did not know the most common way to cook quail was to fry them! You will have to pardon me, but I had thoughts of divorce! Just Sayin…RJS

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Hoppe's #9 gun solvent is a favorite of mine also RJS along with fresh cut hay and walking into a feed store.

Robert J Samples Loc: Round Rock, Texas

YEP! Fresh mown hay brings strong memories, but for some reason, it isn't a favorite of mine. Just Sayin...RJS

Robert J Samples Loc: Round Rock, Texas

You did jog a memory! I also enjoy the smell of crude oil being refined, when one drives by a refinery, there is a definite odor that has permeated the air. It can also be repulsive to folks, but it always meant money to me. Just Sayin...RJS

saw1 Loc: nor cal Windsor

Robert J Samples wrote:

You did jog a memory! I also enjoy the smell of crude oil being refined, when one drives by a refinery, there is a definite odor that has permeated the air. It can also be repulsive to folks, but it always meant money to me. Just Sayin...RJS

Yep, nothin like the smell of a freshly fired shotgun shell.
I also like the smell of horses.
Even when drivin down the road and you can smell them out in the pasture .
Those two smells alone will take me back in time to place long ago.
As for Hoppe's, that'll take me back to the days I spent in the military. Even though I used it long before that.🤠👍

ranger632 Loc: Near Yosemite Park Ca.

Robert J Samples wrote:

YEP! Fresh mown hay brings strong memories, but for some reason, it isn't a favorite of mine. Just Sayin...RJS

ranger632 Loc: Near Yosemite Park Ca.

Robert J Samples wrote:

You did jog a memory! I also enjoy the smell of crude oil being refined, when one drives by a refinery, there is a definite odor that has permeated the air. It can also be repulsive to folks, but it always meant money to me. Just Sayin...RJS

I know what you mean . My folks had a dairy when I was growing up same thing, city folks always thought it smell we thought it smell like money-money-money

charlykilo Loc: Garden Valley Ca

Breakfast over open fire frosty morning. Thanksgiving / Christmas house when you first come in out the cold.

Bcmech1 Loc: Clinton Wisconsin

Robert J Samples wrote:

Have you ever stopped to think about your favorite smells? What kind of odor takes you back, reminds you of something, or perhaps a family gathering where the Thanksgiving aromas are so, so good, they still capture your full attention!

Or maybe the smell of the river and the bank along where you first learned to fish. You cannot escape the different location and its smell? Or possibly it is around Christmas and there are whiffs of perfume that permeate the air from gifts girl classmates open to test.

Well, you might guess since I opened this story and waded into the subject, I have three favorite smells. One is the smell of certain fired shotgun shells, not all gun power smells the same, but there is one that I will always cherish, and it will take me all the way back to when I was a young boy.

Another is suntan lotion. While now there are probably hundreds, back in the 1950s, I always enjoyed, in fact reveled in smelling suntan lotion. It meant going swimming, being at Lake Texoma for the day. What was the brand, I am not sure but think it was Coppertone.

And the third one, you will probably laugh at me for being so silly, but the third smell for me was Hoppe’s Powder Solvent. I had a deal with my father. He let me use his shotgun and shells, provided I cleaned the quail he killed. The arrangement was when he hunted during the week, he had to go change wells.

He was a pumper in the oil field and was responsible for a certain number of oil wells. He often hunted in the afternoon, come home with the bird dogs and his hunter’s vest with birds he had killed. My job when I came home on the school bus was to go to the smoke house and check his hunting vest. I would then clean the birds and bring them into the house and wash them thoroughly and put them in the refrigerator. Then I would feed the dogs.
Hoppe’s Power Solvent takes me, even forces me to think about those times! Dad is gone, the dogs are gone, we no longer live in a company owned house, but the memory remains strong, especially when smelling Hoppes!

Many years later, my family and I lived in a suburb of Dallas, and I worked for Exxon, then it was Humble Oil and Refining Company. During one Christmas season, I had a little time during the holiday season and was invited to go quail hunting. I was thrilled to go. I shot and killed five or six quail. The usual protocol was for all the hunters to put their birds in a pile and then divide them equally. This time, I told all the other hunters, it had been over five years since I had tasted quail, and I was going to keep all six birds!

We go home and every day I ask my wife if she is going to cook the quail. She would always equivocate and put off cooking them. Finally, after at least a week, she said she was planning on cooking the quail for supper. My mouth was all set for some fried quail that evening. Well, I got home, we are all seated around the table and my wife brings out a casserole dish.

I said what is that. She said the quail, and I asked her why she fixed them that way. She said she had asked neighbors, ladies at church, all around for a suitable recipe for quail and this was the only way she had learned to cook quail.

I said, “Why didn’t you ask me?” My family was just four, Dad, Mom, My little sister, and me! If Dad killed twelve quail, the limit, my mother cooked all twelve. My Dad ate two, Mom ate two, my sister ate two, and I ate six! All these birds had been fried and it never occurred to me my wife did not know the most common way to cook quail was to fry them! You will have to pardon me, but I had thoughts of divorce! Just Sayin…RJS

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I think fresh brewed or brewing coffee is my favorite smell, but I don't drink it. My mom always had a pot of coffee in the kitchen. Then my second wife and soul mate lived on coffee.

kandydisbar Loc: West Orange, NJ

charlykilo wrote:

Breakfast over open fire frosty morning. Thanksgiving / Christmas house when you first come in out the cold.

kandydisbar Loc: West Orange, NJ

ranger632 wrote:

I know what you mean . My folks had a dairy when I was growing up same thing, city folks always thought it smell we thought it smell like money-money-money

My Dad always rolled the windows down when driving through cow country and would explain "Ah, that clean, country air!" Then chuckle.

kandydisbar Loc: West Orange, NJ

Robert J Samples wrote:

Have you ever stopped to think about your favorite smells? What kind of odor takes you back, reminds you of something, or perhaps a family gathering where the Thanksgiving aromas are so, so good, they still capture your full attention!

Or maybe the smell of the river and the bank along where you first learned to fish. You cannot escape the different location and its smell? Or possibly it is around Christmas and there are whiffs of perfume that permeate the air from gifts girl classmates open to test.

Well, you might guess since I opened this story and waded into the subject, I have three favorite smells. One is the smell of certain fired shotgun shells, not all gun power smells the same, but there is one that I will always cherish, and it will take me all the way back to when I was a young boy.

Another is suntan lotion. While now there are probably hundreds, back in the 1950s, I always enjoyed, in fact reveled in smelling suntan lotion. It meant going swimming, being at Lake Texoma for the day. What was the brand, I am not sure but think it was Coppertone.

And the third one, you will probably laugh at me for being so silly, but the third smell for me was Hoppe’s Powder Solvent. I had a deal with my father. He let me use his shotgun and shells, provided I cleaned the quail he killed. The arrangement was when he hunted during the week, he had to go change wells.

He was a pumper in the oil field and was responsible for a certain number of oil wells. He often hunted in the afternoon, come home with the bird dogs and his hunter’s vest with birds he had killed. My job when I came home on the school bus was to go to the smoke house and check his hunting vest. I would then clean the birds and bring them into the house and wash them thoroughly and put them in the refrigerator. Then I would feed the dogs.
Hoppe’s Power Solvent takes me, even forces me to think about those times! Dad is gone, the dogs are gone, we no longer live in a company owned house, but the memory remains strong, especially when smelling Hoppes!

Many years later, my family and I lived in a suburb of Dallas, and I worked for Exxon, then it was Humble Oil and Refining Company. During one Christmas season, I had a little time during the holiday season and was invited to go quail hunting. I was thrilled to go. I shot and killed five or six quail. The usual protocol was for all the hunters to put their birds in a pile and then divide them equally. This time, I told all the other hunters, it had been over five years since I had tasted quail, and I was going to keep all six birds!

We go home and every day I ask my wife if she is going to cook the quail. She would always equivocate and put off cooking them. Finally, after at least a week, she said she was planning on cooking the quail for supper. My mouth was all set for some fried quail that evening. Well, I got home, we are all seated around the table and my wife brings out a casserole dish.

I said what is that. She said the quail, and I asked her why she fixed them that way. She said she had asked neighbors, ladies at church, all around for a suitable recipe for quail and this was the only way she had learned to cook quail.

I said, “Why didn’t you ask me?” My family was just four, Dad, Mom, My little sister, and me! If Dad killed twelve quail, the limit, my mother cooked all twelve. My Dad ate two, Mom ate two, my sister ate two, and I ate six! All these birds had been fried and it never occurred to me my wife did not know the most common way to cook quail was to fry them! You will have to pardon me, but I had thoughts of divorce! Just Sayin…RJS

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Who doesn't like the smell of the ocean.....and bacon!

Jarheadfishnfool Loc: Woodlake/Tulare ,Ca.

Robert J Samples wrote:

Have you ever stopped to think about your favorite smells? What kind of odor takes you back, reminds you of something, or perhaps a family gathering where the Thanksgiving aromas are so, so good, they still capture your full attention!

Or maybe the smell of the river and the bank along where you first learned to fish. You cannot escape the different location and its smell? Or possibly it is around Christmas and there are whiffs of perfume that permeate the air from gifts girl classmates open to test.

Well, you might guess since I opened this story and waded into the subject, I have three favorite smells. One is the smell of certain fired shotgun shells, not all gun power smells the same, but there is one that I will always cherish, and it will take me all the way back to when I was a young boy.

Another is suntan lotion. While now there are probably hundreds, back in the 1950s, I always enjoyed, in fact reveled in smelling suntan lotion. It meant going swimming, being at Lake Texoma for the day. What was the brand, I am not sure but think it was Coppertone.

And the third one, you will probably laugh at me for being so silly, but the third smell for me was Hoppe’s Powder Solvent. I had a deal with my father. He let me use his shotgun and shells, provided I cleaned the quail he killed. The arrangement was when he hunted during the week, he had to go change wells.

He was a pumper in the oil field and was responsible for a certain number of oil wells. He often hunted in the afternoon, come home with the bird dogs and his hunter’s vest with birds he had killed. My job when I came home on the school bus was to go to the smoke house and check his hunting vest. I would then clean the birds and bring them into the house and wash them thoroughly and put them in the refrigerator. Then I would feed the dogs.
Hoppe’s Power Solvent takes me, even forces me to think about those times! Dad is gone, the dogs are gone, we no longer live in a company owned house, but the memory remains strong, especially when smelling Hoppes!

Many years later, my family and I lived in a suburb of Dallas, and I worked for Exxon, then it was Humble Oil and Refining Company. During one Christmas season, I had a little time during the holiday season and was invited to go quail hunting. I was thrilled to go. I shot and killed five or six quail. The usual protocol was for all the hunters to put their birds in a pile and then divide them equally. This time, I told all the other hunters, it had been over five years since I had tasted quail, and I was going to keep all six birds!

We go home and every day I ask my wife if she is going to cook the quail. She would always equivocate and put off cooking them. Finally, after at least a week, she said she was planning on cooking the quail for supper. My mouth was all set for some fried quail that evening. Well, I got home, we are all seated around the table and my wife brings out a casserole dish.

I said what is that. She said the quail, and I asked her why she fixed them that way. She said she had asked neighbors, ladies at church, all around for a suitable recipe for quail and this was the only way she had learned to cook quail.

I said, “Why didn’t you ask me?” My family was just four, Dad, Mom, My little sister, and me! If Dad killed twelve quail, the limit, my mother cooked all twelve. My Dad ate two, Mom ate two, my sister ate two, and I ate six! All these birds had been fried and it never occurred to me my wife did not know the most common way to cook quail was to fry them! You will have to pardon me, but I had thoughts of divorce! Just Sayin…RJS

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Love the smell outside after a rain shower 👍🙏

hueey Loc: Lake Fork Tx

My paper route as a young-un took me by Mrs Baird’s bread bakery.
Ohhhh what a delicious smell as the bread was being baked.

ranger632 Loc: Near Yosemite Park Ca.

kandydisbar wrote:

My Dad always rolled the windows down when driving through cow country and would explain "Ah, that clean, country air!" Then chuckle.

I have done the same thing more than once with the kids. I always thought it was more funny than they did.