Originally Posted by
Chuck M
Years ago at work, the coffee makers were in the smoking break room. When the coffee grounds and ashtrays were dumped in the trash, it smelled like my grandmother's kitchen trash and always invoked memories of my grandmother.
Also when I was a teen, my girlfriend worked at a burger joint. When she got off in the evening, I would take her in my car to "the slopes" outside of town. Pickles and onions bring on memories too.
Used to fish off the coast for cod and other types, at depth. Made up my own rigs, with discarded window sash weights and custom lines. Had a dozen old, discarded McDonald's 5gal pickle buckets for the task. Those things never really lost the smell of pickles, even after a few years of fishing. To this day, when I smell that smell, I still get flashes of coastal fishing memories.