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How Lovely Is Dettol......Childhood Smells.

Cormac135

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So i was shopping on-line the other day and noticed Asda/Walmart had a big bottle of Dettol on sale for £1, my mind wandered back to my childhood when my mum would always have a bottle in, mainly for adding a drop to any handwashing she was doing and putting a couple of glugs into my Sunday night bath.

I bought the bottle and just opened it and all the lovely memories of childhood came rushing back to me, the smell is the same as i remember it, are there any smells of your childhood that are still around ? perhaps they're long gone, can you remember them ?

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Have you ever tried the Dettol hand soap, Cormac? Not sure whether the smell is exactly the same as the bottled stuff.

Whenever I go into a New Age type shop and that smell of sandalwood wafts over me, I'm always taken back to the little lounge of our childhood home where my mam would be burning Spiritual Sky incense sticks in little brass holders. She was quite the hippy.

The smell of my grandfather's black cherry pipe tobacco was a lovely aroma from childhood, too. A few years ago, I did a double-take when I passed the tobacconists where he'd buy it and I decided to go in. That fabulous smell of pipe tobaccos, mmmm. I decided there and then to get a pipe, a lighter, some pipe-cleaners, a tamper-and-pick and a pouch of black cherry and I've smoked it myself ever since.
 
My Dear departed Mother's house dress smelled like Jean Nate...Lemon Pledge and Stuffed cabbages :cry:
 
Liver and onions, I would be playing in a field across the street from our home and could smell it cooking. One of my favorite foods... even as a boy.
 
there was a Callery (ornamental) Pear tree in my neighborhood - I couldn't wait for spring because it made the entire street smell just like semen - it would literally give me a woody it smelled so good....

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A bar of Irish springs soap. 20 years later and it still reminds me of my grandparents.
 
Boldoot Eau de Cologne for my Dutch grandmother....Vicks Vapo Rub.....when I had bad chest colds as a kid....my grandfather's cigars....lavender for my other grandmother.

These scents bring back so memories.

I actually paid 120 dollars a few years ago for the Eau de Cologne just to open it and inhale.
 
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Yeah, my mum would put Dettol in the bathwater if I'd fallen an grazed my knee or whatever. She'd also threaten me with the TCP bottle, particularly to gargle with if I had a sore throat. I flatly refused to entertain that. What I remember most of all though is the smell of wet dogs drying in front of the fire.
 
Pool chlorine. Pacific Ocean salt spray and seaweed. The smell of pages in old art and architecture books with their (I think) eggshell-coated paper.
 
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Marcel Proust begins his seven volume In Search of Lost Time (A la recherche du temps perdu) with this famous passage from Swann's Way:

And as soon as I had recognized the taste of the piece of madeleine soaked in her decoction of lime-blossom which my aunt used to give me (although I did not yet know and must long postpone the discovery of why this memory made me so happy) immediately the old grey house upon the street, where her room was, rose up like a stage set to attach itself to the little pavilion opening on to the garden which had been built out behind it for my parents (the isolated segment which until that moment had been all that I could see); and with the house the town, from morning to night and in all weathers, the Square where I used to be sent before lunch, the streets along which I used to run errands, the country roads we took when it was fine.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Involuntary_memory
 
That's a good deal. Everywhere I know it costs £4 or something like that.
 
Wild Turkey, but it’s not a fond memory :rotflmao:

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