The 17 Happiest Smells That Ever Happened

The smell of freshly toasted bread ....it makes me happy!
 
Who knew you could feel through your nose? These best feelings in life are perfectly captured through scent another thanks to Drew Curtis' FARK and BuzzFeed @ The 17 Happiest Smells That Ever Happened

I used to walk through an orange grove on my way to and from the school bus stop so this sticks strongly in my mind.

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I agree with almost all of them!:clap2:

...and particularly my mother's perfume...Chanel N 5... how it brings back memories from a happy past.... :) ..... I can remember it vividly....a good night kiss when she and Dad were all dressed up...ready to go out at night....
 
Numbers 2, 4, 9, 10 (but what clicks for me is the area where I changed into my suit before hitting the hot springs pool outside), 13, 15. Also, the smell of the surf (ocean) and not puppy paws...more like puppy breath.
 
Oooh. Another Nag Champa lover! But Patchoulie brings me back to my much younger days. Being on the beach in Pismo in my puke yellow 1970 vw van, listening to my 8 track along with the surf, a pooch or three romping in the waves. Ah yes. Patchoulie is good memories. No aches. No pains. No being old and worrying about tomorrow.
 
Oooh. Another Nag Champa lover! But Patchoulie brings me back to my much younger days. Being on the beach in Pismo in my puke yellow 1970 vw van, listening to my 8 track along with the surf, a pooch or three romping in the waves. Ah yes. Patchoulie is good memories. No aches. No pains. No being old and worrying about tomorrow.

I also have that oil
 
This one may be 'unusual.' It is the smell of diesel fumes. Yep. The first time I spent time in Europe, a lot of cars were diesel and the air in big cities smelled of diesel. I so loved traveling, I developed my career so I could live in Europe and/or travel throughout Europe, and have been doing so for 10+ years now. Whenever I smell diesel fumes, I think of my travels and am happy. I even bought a diesel engine car when I lived in the States!

Another one is the smell of roses. When I was a kid, my parents always spent Memorial Day going to the cemeteries and mausoleums of departed family members. My mother had a small rose garden at home, and always took a lot of roses to put in the mausoleum vases or at the graves. Those days were actually nice for me. The weather was nice and I played in the graveyards with my siblings while my parents tidied the graves. The mausoleums were interesting, awe inspiring places for me. And always accompanying that was the smell of roses. So roses always remind me of those days, which were, oddly, happy days. Quiet, pleasant days with my parents and siblings.
 
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