no,no.....that's definitely right on the edge.

nice thread drift. Grammy would be horrified. and i started it. oh, the shame

Meh, I just caught your drift is all.
Anyway, what would Grammy expect from a thread that started, "Oh my god, Oh my god , OhmygodOhmygod."

My husband once decided to try a different deoderant--same brand, just a different smell in their line. But it happened to be the same deoderant an ex used to wear, and the minute he walked out of the bathroom it freaked me out. I made him throw out the entire used-only-once stick.

I think you mean straight to the hippocampus - part of the limbic system - the ancient and most primitive part of our brain - where our inner caveman lives.

That must have been freaky. Same thing happens to me with certain scents. It hits you at a very deep level.

I feel the same way - I think its cultural or societal - my parents are in their 70's and go skiing for 2 months outta the year. My Grandparents were more stay at home types and all I remember Gram doing was cooking and cleaning. Then again maybe it is our perspective thats changed. *shrugs*

Nose-stalgia.

thank yoooooo, mr smartiepants. of course i meant hippopotomus. what else would it be? googlejerk.

There are some colognes that still take me back to moments from High school. I use to wear Clinique Aromatics Elixer and whenever I catch a whiff of that, it pulls all sorts of weird feelings in. I can't really access the memories, consciously, but I feel the way I did when they occurred.

Wee?

My MIL has just stopped smelling of her perfume and started to smell like wee unsuccesfully disguised by perfume (it doesn't help that she's changed her pefume from something bearable if not "me" to something cloyingly reminiscent of toilet air freshener spray on special at Kwik Save).

I wonder which of my darling children will comment first? Or perhaps they'll not notice and in 30 years time, they'll walk past a urinal and get all nostalgic?

Or perhaps they'll just go post about it on some message board.

Don't be silly, message boards will be relegated to virtual museums by then.

(I do love my MIL btw, but it was a long week when she was here.... a little catharisis goes a long way ;))

Of course we have, Shawnee, and we're waiting to decorate it with pictures of your, you know, special purpose.

That's what I was expecting from LJ. "It smelled like Grammy - used diapers and drool!". Thank goodness it was the cologne.

Cut grass in August always reminds me of high school football camp.

The weirdest one for me was the smell of the foam we used in a school production of Bugsy Malone. The Physics & Design students made the splurge guns, so I have no idea what was used.

The smell wasn't strong, but it got everywhere as most people were covered in it every night (not me - I was Blousey :angel:) I smelled it quite distinctly in a sports/ camping goods shop a couple of years ago. The effect was immediate - in my mind I was in my school hall on a winter's evening, excited and scared. It made me feel so lightheaded I left the shop - I wish I'd tracked down what it was.

Funny - I had forgotten about it until I read Case & Spexxvet's high school related posts.