I love the smell of a legit tobacconist, my Tupperdor has that smell but it's not the same because it doesn't surround you like it does at a shop
Boy, you nailed this one, Warren.Horse stables and saddle makers shops are evocative for me in much the manner.
Oh yeah!! That's a good one as well, leather shops!. It's not as good as the Tobacco shop but it's definitely up there for sure.Boy, you nailed this one, Warren.
One of my daily chores is mucking out stalls and while most cannot get their head around that being an appealing aroma, (and sometimes it can be foul) it has an appeal that grows on you. Especially when you first walk into the barn.
And what smells better than cured leather.......?
Yeah it's gotta be legit, with lots of tobacco, or it just ends up smelling like stale smoke like a bowling alley or VFW. Gotta be lots of tobacco.I love the smell of a legit tobacconist, my Tupperdor has that smell but it's not the same because it doesn't surround you like it does at a shop
There is an operating Tandy Leather store 35 miles from me. It always smells good.Horse stables and saddle makers shops are evocative for me in much the manner.
Oh yes, 60 years ago, Oxted Station Road East, there was a coffee shop that would freshly roast beans and the aroma would waft right up the street. It was a signature. Another was Staines Linoleum factory, as soon as you got within half a mile of the town, the smell of linseed oil would hit your nostrils.Ah, the smells of an old time tobacco shop, a specialty coffee shop, and a waft of freshly fired gunpowder on a crisp autumn day -- three things that can't be beat...
Oh yeah Coffee too for sure!I have the same euphoric experience.
I remember that feeling walking into a cigar/pipe store with my brother as a kid. My brother was there to buy cigarettes but my 6 y/o self loved the open the jars of pipe tobacco and stick my head inside. Those old guys who worked there didn't seem to care as i went though the entire collection of jars, opening and smelling each one.
Years later I bought my first pipe at that same little tobacco shop in the mall.
I have a similar euphoric experience with fresh ground coffee.
Our sense of smell can invoke strong emotions that cannot be translated into words.
Horse stables and saddle makers shops are evocative for me in much the manner.
I've heard that smell is the most powerful sense when triggering memory.Smell is a funny thing. When I was in Japan, I went to an island that had a lot of biking/walking paths around some cattle fields and the smell of fresh cow patties brought back memories of my grandfather's place out in the country. He didn't do cattle, but the neighbor did and that smell was common when walking the woods there.
Heck yeah dude! That's the dream man. Lol getting paid In tobacco would be hilariousI absolutely love that aroma too! I may work at my local B&M when I retire. They’ve already said no problem. That’s at least a couple years down the road so I’m contemplating maybe one night a week now for the fun of It. Paid in tobacco maybe!
Go Blues!!I can still call to mind the shop aroma of my local B&M in St. Louis. It was a treat just stepping through the door. As I'm returning to the hobby, I'm noticing that it's really about room note even more than taste for me. I cracked a tin of Rattray's Red Rapparee this morning and simply enjoyed smelling the pipe burning. I sipped just to keep it lit more than to taste anything. What a pleasure.
Me too. Those old coots were always happy to sell my adolescent self a box of Player’s Navy Cut cigarettes.As a kid I loved walking by and into The Tinder Box at the mall. The aromas were incredible and always drew me in. Barely got to shop at them before they went away after I picked up cigars and pipes as an adult.
"Those old coots"Those old coots were always happy to sell my adolescent self a box of Player’s Navy Cut cigarettes.
I used to go to Macon mall back then, the one down in Albany tooI used to love going into the tinderbox at the macon mall (ga) when I was a kid. It was a booming place during the heyday of big malls back in the early 80s.