tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19662178.post6454674796476811167..comments2023-04-09T16:07:39.987+01:00Comments on Wrinkled Weasel's World: The Way Things SmellWrinkled Weaselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291551539649118631noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19662178.post-16123312572557953992011-01-29T14:03:25.375+00:002011-01-29T14:03:25.375+00:00The Yorvik Centre with its carefully researched an...The Yorvik Centre with its carefully researched and created Viking York smells. Mmmm... the smell of artificial ordure while sitting in a moving grey school desk.<br />btw as Proust was French, how he remembered the smell of anything except garlic, gitanes and armpits is beyond me.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06358349301959327747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19662178.post-25166870047036445942009-11-14T02:49:53.638+00:002009-11-14T02:49:53.638+00:00The smell released when the sun hits newly creosot...The smell released when the sun hits newly creosoted fencing after the rain has gone.<br /><br />Liverpool St Station c.1980's.<br /><br />Pitch being boiled in open vats to fix the school roof.<br /><br />Commercial laundrey, less chemicals, more heat and soap.bannedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02406037760273820029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19662178.post-46951352986744793922009-11-13T22:04:24.767+00:002009-11-13T22:04:24.767+00:00First of all how is young Weasel doing? I have al...First of all how is young Weasel doing? I have always wanted to do what he is doing but never got around to it. Too old and messed up now. But it's great to see that the dream is being done else where by others. Give us an update soon.<br /><br />I totally know what you mean about this smell thing. Sometimes an old smell can produce long forgotten memories that I would not even have been able to rack out if I had tried. It makes you wonder where the hell all these memories are stored. Sometimes a smell from the past can induce movie like scenes in your mind, it can be pretty dam spooky, but also very pleasing. As I get older it seems to getting harder to know if some of these things where real or if I am starting to make them up. What the hell though, life has become a kind of surreal nightmare anyway these days, it's getting harder by the day to know if one is simply having a nightmare, or if in fact it is really happening. God help us mate.McKenzienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19662178.post-7018649680516533682009-11-12T11:26:49.576+00:002009-11-12T11:26:49.576+00:00The smell of cigarette smoke is one I'm very h...The smell of cigarette smoke is one I'm very happy not to have to endure so much any more.<br /><br />What a nightmare it was to have to sit upstairs on the bus in those days!<br /><br />Now pipe tobacco or even cigars ... that's a different thing altogether!Rebel Sainthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17932686715016006056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19662178.post-30998383822840339102009-11-12T11:11:34.024+00:002009-11-12T11:11:34.024+00:00I still hate the smell of wooden floors. It take...I still hate the smell of wooden floors. It takes me back to my miserable time at school. I had to deliver parcels to a school once and felt depressed for the rest of the day. Thinking of the years of misery.<br />But the smell of deisel from the back of an ice cream van lifts my spirits. Reminding me of my uncles van and the free sweets and cones he used to give us.<br />And later in life the aroma of avtur ( aircraft fuel ) takes me back to my times in the airforce. Excitement and travel. How I took it all for granted and didn't think it would ever end.cast iron smellsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19662178.post-25505232168316682172009-11-12T07:28:05.012+00:002009-11-12T07:28:05.012+00:00I have been afflicted too by the 'Proust' ...I have been afflicted too by the 'Proust' effect (it should strictly be called the 'madeleine' effect, after the cake that caused it). When I was a child, I lived in Darlington and before I went to school was lucky enough to be taken many times by a bored mother to see Stephenson's 'Locomotion No 1' which used to be on display on the railway platform. The smell of coal smoke and metal rails, harsh and metallic, and yet warm, takes me in an instant from being a 50-something adult to a tiny boy, staring in wonder at such utterly brilliant things. Funny, that, as today I would go to any lengths to avoid rail travel.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15743685798068014455noreply@blogger.com