LizzieMaine
Bartender
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We've got a long thread about aromas evocative of a nostalgic past -- but how about old-time smells that you're glad are vanishing or gone:
*An old woolen blanket reeking of camphor.
*A congealed mass of chicken fat marinating on the surface of the river on a hot summer day.
*The foul reek of cheap perfume, alcohol, and nicotine wafting past as you walk into a restaurant or bar.
*Burning transformer tar when your rectifier tube shorts out.
*A vapor-locked carburetor.
*The heap of old clam, crab, and lobster shells festering behind your neighbor's kitchen window.
*Burning tires at the town dump.
*Your neighbor burning garbage in an old oil drum in the backyard.
*The sicky-sweet odor of tetraethyl lead issuing from the tailpipe in front of you.
*The gooey-fishy smell of the spoonful of Father John's Medicine your mother is pressing against your firmly-closed lips.
*An old woolen blanket reeking of camphor.
*A congealed mass of chicken fat marinating on the surface of the river on a hot summer day.
*The foul reek of cheap perfume, alcohol, and nicotine wafting past as you walk into a restaurant or bar.
*Burning transformer tar when your rectifier tube shorts out.
*A vapor-locked carburetor.
*The heap of old clam, crab, and lobster shells festering behind your neighbor's kitchen window.
*Burning tires at the town dump.
*Your neighbor burning garbage in an old oil drum in the backyard.
*The sicky-sweet odor of tetraethyl lead issuing from the tailpipe in front of you.
*The gooey-fishy smell of the spoonful of Father John's Medicine your mother is pressing against your firmly-closed lips.