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Is there any smell that you don’t mind that other people normally gag at? I’ve heard that smell can invoke powerful memories, more than any of the other senses; so that a particular smell can instantly bring back a vivid memory of some other time that you smelled that smell.

I think that this accounts, in part, for liking the smell of certain things that smell bad to other people. Here’s my list:

Gas and Oil: My dad worked for a tree cutting company, clearing trees from power lines and such. He would come home smelling of oil, gas, and exhaust. Those smells now remind me of the good old days.

Cow shit: I spent a lot of summers at my grandparents house. They raised cattle, and lots of them. The smell of cow shit on a hot dusty day bring back the memories. Again, it’s an association with the good old days.

Skunk: No excuse for this; but I don’t mind the smell at all. My wife thinks that an early life full of the smell of gas and cow shit burned out my nostrils. But as long as the skunk doesn’t spray on me, I think the smell is strong but okay.

What about you? Are there any “stinky” odors that you like because of good associations, or just because? Maybe you have a smell that brings back a memory from that time you were a member of that famous wine of the month club. You remember the one. The one that gets you all hot and ….. well, let’s just leave it at that for now.

Tags: Bad People, Bad Smells, Cattle, cow, Cutting Company, Dad, Excuse, Gag, Good Old Days, Grandparents, Memories, Nostrils, Oil Gas, Senses, Smell Of Gas, stinky, trees, Vivid Memory

Random Unrelated Image: Redneck Tree Swing

On the eve of my departure from High School way back in 1997 my family took me out to dinner at Outback Steakhouse. After a wonderful dinner we drove home and discussed the coming months and my plans for the future. Because of the deeply seasoned cooking that Outback uses, I, as a result passed gas, emitting a horrible smell into the small car chamber, which contained my Mother and Father up front and my girlfriend and I in the back. The smell spread across the car (which had the very best auto insurance that money can buy ’cause my dad is just like that) like a tormented spirit. My girlfriend began screaming at me, knowing instantly it was mine. She scrambled to reach for the handle to open the window, clutching her hand tightly over her mouth and nose. It was too late. She had already vomited all over the backseat, and more importantly, on her own two feet. She was wearing sandals.

This happened so quickly my Mother wasn’t really sure what was going on in the backseat. In the midst of the veritable maelstrom of movement and smell my mother realized the problem. She whipped her head around to reprimand me. In this very action she inhaled a mouth full of my repugnant stench and let out a terrible scream. My mother screamed at my father to pull the car over, he did so without hesitation. My mother swung open her door and also began to vomit all over the side of the road. I began to chuckle to myself.

The chuckle became a laugh, and then evolved into a maniacal belly laugh, much like that of an evil villain in a movie. I rejoiced happily in the beautiful bit of wind breaking virtuosity I had just preformed. Hearing the noises coming from me, my mother in a red eyed fury with vomit dripping from her mouth screamed teary eyed the following statement: “You little shit ass, I’m going to kill you…you think this is funny?!?!!” I bent my head down, defusing my laugh in my hand. My girlfriend sat in silence staring at me. The car was silent. I peered through my fingers seeing my father in front of me with his head resting on the steering wheel, making a slight hammering motion with it against the wheel. With all eyes glaring at me the only noise that could be heard was the sound of my father hitting his head upon that wheel. My Mother gestured to my father to continue driving with a sharp extension of her arm like some kind of German dictator. My Father put the car in drive and we continued are home in complete silence.

And that is the fart incident of 1997.

Tags: fart, gross, stinky