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I worked in the carnival from 12 years old to 22 and the smell of onions frying on a grill immediately transports me to the carnival midway.
The smell of burning jet fuel (JP-4) transports me to a time long ago and a land far away. Many pleasant memories, and some not so pleasant. But it is all part of my past.
De Oppresso Liber.
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And “Old Spice” I think of my father.
I hear ya, for my dad it was Skin Bracer by Mennon (can't you hear the tag line, "By Mennon!"). He said he used it his entire adult life. You had to get close to him, but if you did, you'd pick up a faint whiff of it.
De Oppresso Liber.
the smell of old military surplus reminds me of the old school Army Navy Surplus stores, the smell of old canvas, web gear, tents, packs, ponchos, old worn combat boots, surplus rifles / bayonets soaked in cosmoline preservative
You reminded me of the time when my cousin dressed in military
green fatigues & preparing to go active duty during the
Korean conflict.
I remember him packing his olive-drab Army duffel bag.
At the time he was in the reserves prior to going active.
In my teen years I would visit the Army & Navy Surplus stores.
The whole place reeked of military. I loved it.
The used military leather jackets were very affordable.
One of my favorite items were the olive drab canvas tennis shoes.
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Old and worn-out but very comfortable.
I love the look of olive-drab canvas.
Would wear them all the time in the summer
until they fell apart.
At two dollars a pair I would buy several.