Tag! I’m it…Gabriella from Our Life in Action tagged me in her weird smells post and I am FINALLY (sorry it took so long) making my own little quicky post while I shove a grilled chicken go wrap kid’s meal down my throat before going off to show houses.
The post challenge is simple enough: write about the smells that people normally cover their nose at but I happen to love. Oh, thank God! I can finally come out of the closet about my weird smellitishes (which is a smell fetish in case you didn’t know).
Finger Paint (Old School Kind)
When I was 4, my mom would take me over to Ms. Robin’s house, this lady who I didn’t particularly like because she made me eat Doritos and peas. I was a freak, I know! I hated Doritos. One thing I did like about her house was that she had stacks upon stacks of finger paint. I can’t really describe the smell, I guess the closest smell would be gas fumes, which I also happen to love. Sometimes I will catch a random wiff of that smell and literally get thrown back into my early childhood, being force fed Doritos and enjoying finger painting. They just don’t make it like they used to…I’m pretty sure the stuff that made it smell so good is what made it toxic. Ah, the good old days.
Smoke from Fires
I am a HUGE firebug, right from the time I was in girl scouts. I always wanted to volunteer to build the fires. Even now, when Tim and I have our fire pit nights, I am poking and building up the flames. I love how it smells, how it burns my throat, how I can feel the heat on my face, and how smoky and sweet my clothes smell after hanging next to the pit. It reminds me of fall and camping out.
The Smell of a Smoking Cigar
I am not a fan of lighting up stoagies myself, but the smell of a Black and Mild cigarello or one of Dad’s cigars, for the most part, smell really good. I really have no idea why. It just smells so good.
I am not talking a hint of garlic. I am talking in yo’ face BAM! Oh-my-God-that’s-Garlic! garlic smell. It can get on my hands while cooking and I will literally breathe them in. I love garlic. Just love it!
New House Smell
I could blame it on the fact that I go into a lot of new homes, but the smell of a new house goes back to when my parents were building our third house. I was 9 or 10, and Mom and Dad would bring Melanie and I over to check out the progress. I could literally lay on that floor for hours with the sawdust going up my nostrils, taking in the different elements: the fresh paint, the warm scent of sawed wood, even the carpet smelled awesome. I guess my job was determined for me by my genes. It is truly one of my favorite smells.
Well, I believe five is a strong number. Now it’s MY turn to tag! Come my minions! Join me in the smell-o-blogging.
Want to play? Create a post about your weird smells and leave the post in the comments below.