Kippers for breakfast.
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Kippers for breakfast. My grandad used to buy freshly smoked kippers in the pub sometimes and cook them for me and him the next morning. I used to wake up to the smell with delight and jump out of bed. Don't think my mother was quite as enthusiastic. So in my world, kippers cooking is the smell of a good start to the day. Curiously, in light of the fact that my wife and my mother are very different in many ways, on this topic they are on the same team.
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@DavidBridger Ah memories eh. My late Dad loved cod roe when he came home from work. It would stink the house out. Nobody else in the family loved that stuff though.
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@emsquared Smell-memories are strong, aren't they?
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@DavidBridger They are. Lived near an airport in the growing years. Even now the smell of aircraft fuel elicits and almost whistful childhood recall.
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@emsquared The smell of hot tar in a brazier is one of my most powerful smell-memories, from a week in one of my primary school summer holidays when I accompanied my grandad while he was repairing a church roof.
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@DavidBridger That's a good one. Other half is amused when I immerse my snoz and inhale with eyes closed around the pages of a certain colour print smell that evokes the smell of annuals or certain freshly printed books I curled up in a corner with on Xmas day or birthdays.
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@emsquared Ooh, that's another good one!