I have a similar feeling with dirty ashtray scent. I was born in 1990—not that long ago!—but long enough that our mall had a windowless, unventilated McDonald's hilariously divided into smoking/non-smoking sections, and every bowling alley birthday party and church bingo night still had plenty of adults ripping heaters indoors. These memories are from less than 30 years ago, but feel like something out of Mad Men.
I have 2 smells that I’d love back again….back in the 70s, I would go with my dad to an old walk-in beer cooler to pick up his weekly case of Old Style and put the empties back on a wheeled conveyer. That smell of cold air, cardboard and grease from the wheels…boy would I love to go back there again with my dad. And the smell of roller skating rink nachos, circa 1980….brings back good times!
I have a similar feeling with dirty ashtray scent. I was born in 1990—not that long ago!—but long enough that our mall had a windowless, unventilated McDonald's hilariously divided into smoking/non-smoking sections, and every bowling alley birthday party and church bingo night still had plenty of adults ripping heaters indoors. These memories are from less than 30 years ago, but feel like something out of Mad Men.
We used to be a proper country.
I have 2 smells that I’d love back again….back in the 70s, I would go with my dad to an old walk-in beer cooler to pick up his weekly case of Old Style and put the empties back on a wheeled conveyer. That smell of cold air, cardboard and grease from the wheels…boy would I love to go back there again with my dad. And the smell of roller skating rink nachos, circa 1980….brings back good times!