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Rain, and then a thunderstorm.
I’ve never been able to smell them, what’s the smell like?
It’s hard to describe I suppose. First the smell of rain hitting dry stone and dirt, and how that smell slowly swells and then fades as they become waterlogged… Then the heat rises as the thunderstorm comes, and the air itself smells warm and wet.
That’s a really nice description thanks
@SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone
Petrichor! Not just a great smell… also my favourite word!
It’s a beautiful word, but for someone unfamiliar with the smell I wasn’t sure it was a good word to use.
I don’t think I have ever spoken to someone who hasn’t experienced the smell of rain on dry soil. Not trying to be rude, or pry too deep, but…uhmmm…how? How have you never smelt that before? It’s so far outside my own personal experience, I just don’t really understand it.
I meant someone unfamiliar with the word itself. Not trying to make people break out a dictionary.
That’s a great way to describe it. For me there’s also the faint smell of electricity in a thunderstorm, and it’s oddly soothing.
That might be ozone you are smelling
I have an O3 air purifier, not that I ever run it when I’m going to be in the same room. But getting a whiff on the way to airing it out the room after a session, yeah, I think I do pick up that smell also in very active thunderstorms.
Chemically it’s the smell of beet red. Most people describe it vastly differently because the retro nasal smell makes it feel like something else. Pretty interesting if you ask me.
It’s called petrichor - also one of my favourite words.
A combination of the smells from my grandfather’s shed: sawdust, machine oil and petrol from the lawn mower, freshly cut grass, leather, his pipe tabacco, and just a hint of whisky from the bottle he used to keep in there. He had a couple of old, leather, wing-back chairs in there and sometimes at the weekend after mowing the lawn we’d just sit and talk in his shed for a bit while he smoked his pipe and had a wee dram.
Sadly long gone (he died in the late 80s) but I get hints of it occasionally. Sometimes I’ll smell maybe the lawnmower smells in my own shed and my brain will fill in the rest and I’ll feel small and safe and warm and comfortable just for a moment or two.
Cut grass, gas/petrol, books… lots of smells really. Some weirder than others :3
Since it’s the time for planting tomatoes where I live, I’ll also point them out as smelling nice
The smell of freshly cooked rice.
I hate the taste of coffee but the smell is heavenly
Like walking past a Starbucks.
Or the coffee isle in the grocery store
Same here!
Unburned rolling tobacco in the pack, fresh cut evergreen, a just-opened pack of post-it notes, petrol, the oily/greasy smell of a machine shop, charcoal barbecue.
Do you like Scotch or Mezcal?
I certainly do sir.
Seems like you would based on the descriptiors you chose
Lilacs
No one is going to say bacon?
I don’t eat pork and the smell of bacon is nauseating to me personally
I’ve got an intolerance to most animal fats, which means I’ve never been able to digest pork. My dad’s got the same thing, and while his case is less severe, he doesn’t eat pork either, so we never had it in the house.
The smell of pork generally and specifically that of bacon are extremely unpleasant for me. I can tolerate it for a while, but it wears on me about as much as high pitched background noise.
Lol mines a bit different. My grandparents aren’t Jewish but they celebrate basically every Jewish holiday (Passover, feast of tabernacles, days of unleavened bread etc) and don’t eat pork or unclean fish and instilled that into me as a kid even though my mom wanted to break away from it (they didn’t celebrate Christmas or Halloween or anything but my mom wanted me to experience that) but it’s the one thing that stuck and as I grew up i just ended up not wanting to eat it and eventually it just grossed me out
Depending on where you are*, it’s a hassle to avoid pork, but it’s honestly not a bad thing for your health, plus pigs are smart. It sounds like there might be other factors involved, but at least the pork thing sounds reasonable to me, lol. Plus Purim is super fun to celebrate.
*I grew up in the US avoiding pork and thought it was annoying. I then moved to Germany and realized the US is very accommodating in comparison
Lol even in prison they’re accommodating out here due to so many people converting to Islam while locked up. A bunch of the meals in the processing facility i was at which is where you get poked and prodded for diseases, mental health issues and determined where you’re gonna end up for the long term were pork based but you just had to say “meat free!” and you’d get a pork free tray. I was pretty surprised by that
I thought about that shortly after I posted my initial comment. I realize it’s not for everyone, hope I didn’t offend anyone.
Lol don’t worry about it! I totally get most people looooove that smell haha it’s just not for me
I’m surprised it took all day for someone to say that.
I woke up early yesterday and the one and only reason I got out of bed instead of going back to sleep is because someone was cooking bacon and the smell made its way up to my room.
Freshly baked bread.
Oh yes that is literally always good
Campfire, and the smell of woodsmoke on clothing the day after.
I love sweet food smells! Vanilla, cinnamon, candyfloss and things like that. My favourite smell of all time is cookies baking.
Have you ever toasted sugar? I have recently powdered toasted vanilla sugar I made and it smells incredible (toast first, then vanilla, then powder in food processor)
- The smell in the air after a rain on a warm spring day.
- The smell in the air of wood smoke on a freaking cold winter day.
That first one is called petrichor
Cedar. There’s nothing like pulling a blanket out of a cedar chest and surrounding yourself in it.
The smell of fresh tea when the package is opened.
“Stinky tofu” when passing the street carts selling it.
Freshly-made lard-cooked french fries.
A “strong-scented” baijiu.
A good Indian restaurant, that moment you walk inside and breath.
Baking bread. The smell right after a summer shower. Books. Diesel exhaust on a cold day. Don’t ask on that last one, it’s weird I know, but I love it.
