I am researching a new trend in marketing and was wondering what your favorite childhood smell is. It would also be helpful if you would also add what decade that would be from.

 

crayons -- 60s for me.

The ballpark. Still is my favorite smell today.

playdoh

 

also this one's kinda really weird:

 

i had this godzilla toy and it would smoke somehow and it would come out of his mouth, it had this weird burning smell to it.

The ballpark.  Still is my favorite smell today.

 

would that be the grass, the hotdogs, the person sitting next to you, the cigarette smoke, ??

would that be the grass, the hotdogs, the person sitting next to you, the cigarette smoke, ??

 

I don't that I can identify one thing. There is some unique mix of smells in the summer at a ballpark, that just screams perfect day to me.

Hog manure.

 

Always reminds me of riding my bike to the outskirts of town past the hog farm.

Hog manure.

 

Always reminds me of riding my bike to the outskirts of town past the hog farm.

 

That explains why I won't sit next to you on the train... :puke

i had this godzilla toy and it would smoke somehow and it would come out of his mouth, it had this weird burning smell to it.

 

Should have held on to that – I bet Gleason would pay you good money for it.

 

Favorite childhood smell for me is a snowy winter day – wierd I know because I moved to escape the cold. There's just something suprasensory about the cold dryness of the air and the smell of clean snow that fell the night before, mingled in with the smell of woodfires coming from the chimneys of the houses. Add the smell of hot cider or cocoa that you'd come in to back home and it's as close to being in a Dickens novel as a kid growing up in Chicago is going to get.

 

(No Dickens' Cider jokes, please)

would that be the grass, the hotdogs, the person sitting next to you, the cigarette smoke, ??

For me it's cigar smoke.

If I smell cigar smoke while approaching the ballpark, it's like I'm 8 years old again!

Should have held on to that – I bet Gleason would pay you good money for it.

 

Nah, Sparking Goji's aren't all that rare. You can find them from any colector really. Cool toys though...for obvious reasons.

 

I get the smell of paste in my head every now and then, even though I never used it.

 

I understand the hog manure thing, as the smell of cow manure makes me think of childhood, and of my mom commenting on how she loved the smell, as she grew up on a farm.

 

The smell of electricity. It makes me think of my train set. I love that smell though.

 

The smell of cigarettets in certain situations reminds me of the ballpark.

 

Clove makes me think of my teen years at The Cabaret Metro and the old Medusa's. If you were there in the 80's, you know what I mean. That and Dep hair gel.

Edited August 24, 200520 yr by Kid Gleason

That explains why I won't sit next to you on the train... :puke

Whew...I thought it was because you didn't like me.

Nah, Sparking Goji's aren't all that rare. You can find them from any colector really. Cool toys though...for obvious reasons.

 

If you don't name your next band "Sparking Gojis" there is no justice in the world.

 

 

Oh, no! There goes Tokyo!

If you don't name your next band "Sparking Gojis" there is no justice in the world.

 

 

Oh, no! There goes Tokyo!

 

Next band. Like that will ever happen. I'm solo from now on. My goals are so different from what anybody in a band situation would be. Plus the politics of band life just suck.

 

But that would be a cool name.

Gas, garlic, a new book, ME

Next band. Like that will ever happen. I'm solo from now on. My goals are so different from what anybody in a band situation would be. Plus the politics of band life just suck.

 

But that would be a cool name.

 

Put on your business suit for a minute. Have a band but have all the musicians be your employees. Great business model and there could be three or four "Sparklings" running around.

Put on your business suit for a minute. Have a band but have all the musicians be your employees. Great business model and there could be three or four "Sparklings" running around.

And at the end of each show, you turn to the band and in your best Vince McMahon voice declare:

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOU'RRRRRRRRRRRRRRE

FFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRED!!!!!!!

That's the problem though. I can't find anybody to be the employees. There never was any questions really, when I have had bands, they were MY bands. I won't do bands anymore due to people always eventually want a say, and I won't give them a say. Nowdays a band will not be a "Band".

That's the problem though. I can't find anybody to be the employees. There never was any questions really, when I have had bands, they were MY bands. I won't do bands anymore due to people always eventually want a say, and I won't give them a say.    Nowdays a band will not be a "Band".

Ladieeeeeeeeeeeees aaaaaaaaaaaand Gentlemennnnnnnnnn......

 

Without further adieu..................

 

Would you PLEASE welcome....................

 

 

Kid Gleason & The Voiceless Submissive Acolytes!!!!!

 

 

 

....I LIKE IT!!!!

My grandmother's basement, it was just this wonderful smell. When I was little I would run into the house go to the basement door open it, walk down two steps take a deep smell then say, "Nana I loooooooooooove the smell of your basement." I would do that pretty much every day when I went there after pre-school and elementary school (as I got older it became kind of a joke).

 

Also, that plastic-y smell of the stores around back to school time.

 

Leaves burning.

 

Campfires.

 

Cornfields.

 

And, to dork up this thread. The reason smell is such a powerful emotional sense is because the receptors responsible for olfaction (glomerii, spelled wrong probably, but I can pronoune it correctly!) go directly into the brain without first being relayed through the thalamas (as in the other senses).

Ooooooo, good one! I have to also mention my grandparents basement, house...heck...even yard! Damn I miss them.

Edible smell: My mom making gravy on Sunday Morning

 

Other Smell: Fresh cut grass

And, to dork up this thread. The reason smell is such a powerful emotional sense is because the receptors responsible for olfaction (glomerii, spelled wrong probably, but I can pronoune it correctly!) go directly into the brain without first being relayed through the thalamas (as in the other senses).

 

HOW THICK are your glasses?

 

Cool stuff.

HOW THICK are your glasses?

 

Cool stuff.

 

We soooo need a nerd's catch all thread. Tex get to work!

This is probly an odd one as well.

 

The smell of a hockey rink. It's not necessarily the "hockey smell", but you could smell some of that along with the ice and whatever else. It was great to walk into a rink on a saturday morning and smell that as a kid.

When I lived in Chicago, I used to get "smell deja-vu" all the time. You know, "this reminds me of...." Unfortunately, here in Phoenix, I'm pretty sure the dry heat has melted that receptor in my nose/brain. Every once in a while, though, I'll look at a mop bucket and flash back to happpppy hour at CO's in Champaign. So many beers, so many beers.