Smelling a freshly spent shotgun shell. (Still do that even today)
Staying at my Granny's house so my Uncle could take me deer hunting. Ran dogs back in the early 70's. No alarm lock. I'd hear the floor creaking when Granny got up way before daylight to make us some bologna sandwiches. Then smell the coffee. She kept coffee going all day. Learned to drink coffee from a saucer back then.

Warm gas station cheese n boiled eggs with a pack of salt, goats, chickens n pigs, speckled cooking pots, my pawpaw used to take granny's pots to the woods n let me target practice with a .22, sure pissed her off! Shooting bumble bees off a barbed wire fence, anytime spent in the woods, old wooden cricket buckets. List goes on

Smell of diesel exhaust from my dads tractor. Takes me
Back to when I first learned how to drive a tractor. First fire of the season in the fireplace is the best smell there can be. The changing of the seasons to that cold crisp nights and hunting season.

Sun Drop

Cow Chit

Colorado. My Dad loved camping at Beaver Creek campgrounds near South Fork, CO.

The smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of a well hit golf shot.

Smell of a fresh spent PAPER SHOTGUN SHELL.....loading the Bird Dogs in the jeep Thanksgiving morning(before we started Deer hunting in '68)....riding in the back of a 4-wheel drive truck with a bunch of other "Standers" going on a Deer drive going through some of the most Hell-Acious Blackbelt Mud you can imagine....cutting hickory wood for the fireplace....smell of hickory burning on a Cold/Rainy day.....Chainsaw smoke smell.....smell of a GOOD Bream Bed....frog gigging.

Picking cotton and Polk sallet

"Summer Breeze" takes me back to the old Pensacola Beach when I was a kid. It is long gone now.
The smell of bacon reminds me of my mom cooking breakfast for My dad, my brother, and me on opening day of dove season.
A slow moving prop plane reminds me of laying in the grass on a warm day listening to just such a plane fly overhead.
The sound of a barge takes me back to my uncles vacation house on the Warrior River.

The smell of my Dad's pipe in the morning, bacon in a iron skillet, my boys, at 2yr and 3 yr learning to blow a duck call (they're 31 and 33 now), the chainsaw screaming while going through an oak log, the aroma of the Caney Fork River while chasing rainbow trout, the smell, sound and feel of my ol GTO starting up. Man, i miss those days.

The smell of gasoline.

Two stroke dirt bike exhaust.

Riding my Royal Enfield on an old forest service road. It reminds me of my old Hodaka Combat Wombat.

Shifting the manual transmission in my old Jeep Wrangler. It reminds me of all the old manual transmission cars and trucks I have owned.

Making homemade biscuits on Saturday morning. It reminds me of my Granny.

Mrs. Irish wrapping her arms around my neck. Me putting mine on the small of her back and her lifting up to kiss me.

Smoking a cigar and sipping a bourbon.

A tiller steer Jon boat.

The rachet sound of a spinning reel.

The smell of oil on an old wrench out of my tool box.

Pretty young ladies.

Old Spice

Fresh cut pine lumber.

1970's music.

Drinking out of an aluminum cup.

We always slept with windows open on hot summer nights, I remember the whippoorwills , and I still stop when I see lightning bugs.

Two stroke exhaust from an old Merc, my first girlfriends perfume, burned powder at a dove shoot, that burn from chlorine going up your nose when you jump in a pool.

The smell of grandmas and moms cooking - that smell been gone a long time - they both were special cooks

The smell of fresh cut grass - especially on a football field - reminds me of when we use to play

Smoke of a gun fired r cigar r pipe smoke

The smell off the grill

The smell of snuff r chewing tobacco - glad I quit but I could dip the heck out of right now

the smell of Off Deep Woods Bug Spray - reminds me of the smell of being down at our farm in Hardeman Co, TN growing up

the smell of "Sweat Pea" body lotion from Bath & Body Works - first serious gf used to use it all the time and 17yrs later, I still recognize it instantly when I smell it.

And the smell of coffee - I not a drinker but my folks and grandparents were coffee drinkers - good memory times

And the smell of my wife - don’t take me back - just like it 😀

I could read Irish’s post ten years from now and still see my dad. Fits it to a T.

Smell of sawdust
Sound of a wood saw
Riding a bicycle
Copenhagen fine cut
Seeing a or catching a flathead

smell of fresh cut timber on a tract
the mix of oil/wood smell at my dad's wood yard
drinking water from a hose
jumping ramps with a bike
fishing on Lake Harding at my grandparents cabin (GA side)
running a 9.9 Evinrude on jon boat at same cabin
pushing a lawnmower
cleaning squirrels
MTV with that opening tune and astronaut planting the MTV flag on the moon AND they played music videos 24/7

Boobies

Nice sized ones tanned up with a little whisp of a trail of peachfuzz between them that stand so firm you could stand a martini glass on .... Not the kind that hang down like a empty breadsack either....