Pete Prescott… All that. Tarmac. Bluebells.mothballs.bonfires. the sea. Cigar smoke. Lavender. Ink. love that smell ! Damp. Brylcream! The smell of musty village halls
Max Marriott… Knights Castile soap, 4711 cologne my Nan used to wear
James Johnson… school crayons
Barry Newton… Horses being shod
Ernest Ballard… 1,3,7. And Greek bread baking in Cyprus
Ian Mantel… Grandad’s shed, coal tar soap
Arthur Sutherland… Your Aunties perming their hair
Wendy Weaver… Freshly mowed grass.
Phil Gill… Vomit and sawdust in the school corridor. Vick.
Yvonne Cleland… Nice. Laundry boiling in the gas boiler every week, liquorice, cabbage, the rosin on my violin bow, plimsolls.
Clifford Rose… The grease on those old green electric trains we used between Hastings and Brighton.
Julian Jules Carter… Fog
Jim Breeds… I don’t think my childhood is over yet!
Martin Richter… white pepper in mash ?
Alan Esdaile… The Beatles chewing gum with cards, dad boiling the bones from the butcher for gravy, home made vegetable soup in the pressure cooker.
Alan Pepper… Church ( yuk ! ) . Pencils . Real gravy ( yummm !! ) . Real shandy . Hop garden . Shoe polish.
Lyn Humphrey… I went into some council offices and suddenly found myself thinking strongly of my old infants school. Took me a few seconds to realise it was the smell of the disinfectant that the cleaner was using. Strange how I’d never come across that in the intervening years. And I recently caught a whiff of demerara sugar, which took me back even further, to when my Mum fed me porridge with that sugar on top!
Dave Nattress… From the list first, wax crayons from infant school, freshly mowed grass – do mine too often, wet pavement in the first few minutes of a rain shower – wondeful, swimming pools – well the chemicals, a new book – open the middle pages and smell them, dolls – pass. Then… steam engine smoke, Wrights coal-tar soap – in my Grandmother’s bathroom every summer when we went up north on holiday, little Pink roses at the end of my garden where I grew up, fireworks, heat from valve-amps (well I was a touch older by then), yes as Phil Gill says, kids at school always honking up, smelly school lavatories, nearly said bogs, mothballs for sure, TCP, new leather shoes.
Pauline Richards… Paraffin stored on a new wooden shed
Colin Gibson… The smell of terrified adolescence
Shaun Wright… Brand new Carpets
Karen Towner… School milk!
Gary Thomas… Bacon and leek pudding. That smelled wonderful. I have not had one in years.
Conan Howard… the smell of our coal bunker in the cellar
Sid Saunders… Castrol R racing oil when I was Grasstrack racing.
Merv Kennard… hot tarmac being layed and rolled.