
and don't forget the dog crap.Another lingering memory is the smell of sand, pine & sea blowing in off Liverpool bay as we walked the Dogs along Formby beach most Sundays, then travelling home in the car with white eyebrows & chapped lips tasting of salt & of course wet Hounds.

No but many thought it was, it was actually "Ashworths " on bridge st church virtually next door.The worst was the smell that sometimes hung around the bottom of Union Road Church end in the 70's .. terrible!... it's strange but the exact same smell was around Blackwall tunnel London up and till only a few years ago...was it chemicals?

Autumn, those cold crisp October/November mornings, mist in the air & all the fallen leaves are damp & crackling, the smell of earth & decay, words can't really express the tang in the air but I'm sure you understand.![]()

That was Girone Freres pete, got sacked from yon mid 60s.I'll go along with cotton but Velvet weaving had a smell of It's own.I think that was on Victoria St in the 50's.

Bought a velvet jacket from yon when I first started Pool Refereeing, before I invested in dress suitThat was Girone Freres pete, got sacked from yon mid 60s.![]()

What did she sell DougMrs. Hemers shop on the corner 87 Church St. It was a very sweet and lingering smell

I remember brimstone & treacle, it does cure spots & boils, clears a room in 2 seconds when you let one go, great stuff if you need your own space.The smell I made after my mother forced Sulphur and treacle down me to cure my spots.It didn't work and I had to put myself in solitary confinement for hours.
Sorry to introduce a vulgar note among all these romantic reminisances.
How about the smell of the bluebells in Bluebell Wood in Huncoat?
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