tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734268359956635643.post2255353473278035421..comments2023-09-18T10:16:32.573-04:00Comments on New Jersey Life: Scents and ScentsibilityNew Jersey Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01454902195230278969noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734268359956635643.post-18144995453332392082009-08-28T20:25:41.326-04:002009-08-28T20:25:41.326-04:00First time reading your blog & loved it. Could...First time reading your blog & loved it. Couldn't agree more that smells & memories go hand in hand. Like a previous comment, I too enjoy the smell of fresh cut grass, especially when I didn't do the cutting. Keep up the great writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734268359956635643.post-46818053484151030332009-08-27T10:30:25.794-04:002009-08-27T10:30:25.794-04:00emmmmm, my freshly washed horse and tack might be ...emmmmm, my freshly washed horse and tack might be up there with my favorite smells. Mowed grass is another, and yes I agree puppy breath ^..^Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734268359956635643.post-30104520241297749262009-08-25T15:17:12.378-04:002009-08-25T15:17:12.378-04:00freshly cut grass and crisp late summer/early fall...freshly cut grass and crisp late summer/early fall air are my favorites. and the smell of my hands after cutting onions or garlic. but not my breath.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734268359956635643.post-81445297258745110492009-08-25T02:25:25.072-04:002009-08-25T02:25:25.072-04:00Deodorant oops are you sweat that much to use deod...Deodorant oops are you sweat that much to use deodorant in early age only??? <br />Carol<br /><a href="http://www.telekomx.mobi/lp1/iwaybpo/" rel="nofollow">Home Security Systems no CREDIT CHECK everyone is approved</a>Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03122171440693395463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734268359956635643.post-46642493475439637782009-08-21T16:31:42.419-04:002009-08-21T16:31:42.419-04:00One of my favorite smells as a kid was the smell o...One of my favorite smells as a kid was the smell of my family's garage. I don't know if the smell came from spilled gasoline or oil or what, but I could never get enough of it. Unfortunately, my garage these days is too filled with stuff to house an actual car, so I no longer can go get a whiff of that smell that I used to love so much. <br />Thanks for another entertaining article!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734268359956635643.post-69954660754150724272009-08-21T10:43:42.050-04:002009-08-21T10:43:42.050-04:00in the abstract: the smell of my apt when the wind...in the abstract: the smell of my apt when the windows have been open all day; every apt i've had has this same fresh smell. it must be the absence of the eye-level invisible detritus-filled air we live, breathe & walk in all day. above that line, which is relative of course, city life can sometimes smell, if not entirely be, sweet. i also like the smell of my feet.Big Shantzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02093397840282637492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734268359956635643.post-61524075700125813782009-08-21T10:26:53.037-04:002009-08-21T10:26:53.037-04:00Although I usually concur with your wisdom, I simp...Although I usually concur with your wisdom, I simply cannot agree about the pie scented candles. I love the yankee pumpkin pie candles. It reminds me of Thanksgiving and the winter holidays. But I think the main reason I love it is the memories. It reminds me of coming home for the holidays to a house full of love and laughter...and it smells better than skunk.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734268359956635643.post-91434730452805286572009-08-20T12:52:44.685-04:002009-08-20T12:52:44.685-04:00I couldn't agree with you more ----what's ...I couldn't agree with you more ----what's the sense of smelling cookies if there are none to eat. Personally, I love the scent of fresh lilies but they make my husband gag. We compromise with a lily scented candle that can be extinguished when he comes home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com