What tastes, sounds and smells do you miss from yesteryear?

Ah yes, Poppyred the smell of my Dad's cigar on Christmas morning although I don't know what kind they were

Greyduster I really should buy some! (Coal tar soap!)

The smell of washing boiling in the copper
The smell of fresh baked bread from the van which came round on a Sunday morning.

My dad smoked Erinmore mixture.

Never knew anyone else who smoked it, so it always smelled of dad.

My Dad's pipe too but I think he smoked St Bruno.

The chimney sweep. He was a lovely man and would always give me a sixpence when he was going.

I miss the sound of my Dad’s electric razor, that meant morning, the smell of TCP that used to appear for any minor injury and the taste of Mum’s baking. Always a Friday, Dundee cake usually, ginger snaps, wrapped around a wooden spoon handle, meringues, drying in the airing cupboard and shortbread. I have inherited none of her baking skill and lost my sweet tooth many years ago.

Not quite yesteryear, (only) 40 years ago, but the smell of burning gravel when I used to go to Speedway at Hackney with my boyfriend, now my DH!

The sound of the coal being delivered to our coal cellar. Our living room, dining room and scullery were in the semi-basement along with the coal cellar. There was a metal cover on the front path which could be removed and the sound of the coal being slung down the hole was like thunder!

i still buy potted meat from the butcher but it is not the same as when my wee granny got it for me, she also used to buy me jellied veal, i tried it and it was awful, the smell i love is tar, but you don't see it very often now, my street was getting done a couple of years ago and i just sat on a little wall breathing it in, the guy asked me if i was okay, when i said i loved the smell, he smiled and said sit there as long as you like.....lol

Hartnell's In Love would do it for me

GrandmaRosie - that was the first perfume I wore. My oldest brother bought it for me one Christmas when I was about 12 and I thought it was the height of sophistication! It was revived a few years ago and I bought some but it didn't smell the same

I miss that sound too Nell8.
I also miss the rag and bone man who would give us a goldfish sometimes.
And the smell of christmas annuals.

Aqua Manda - anyone else remember it?

Oh, Sundays in the early 60s when I was a child. The smell of the roast, Two Way Family Favourites on the radio, The Clitheroe Kid, The Navy Lark. The taste of spinach water! My mum and I used to fight over it, with a dash of pepper and a tiny bit of vinegar. Heaven!!!

The smell of my Dad's pipe. He used to smoke "Digger Mixture" and always smoked at home as he couldn't smoke at work.

I miss church bells ringing and the gentle, soothing tick tock of my next door neighbour’s grandfather clock. Whenever I’m in a National Trust property I’m drawn to the antique clocks and hope to find one which emits the same sound at just that comforting pace.
Another vote here for the Banda machine. Were you too covered in purple ink Mollygo? ?
Can I add the enticing smell as a large tin of humbugs is opened in a sweet shop?

I haven’t heard a cuckoo since I was a child.

We used to have a sweet factory not far from where I grew up and when they were boiling the sugar and making their famous mint rock, you could smell it on the wind....... I also remember the tar boiler when they were mending the roads. People used to take out children suffering from whooping cough to inhale the fumes!
PaperMonster my DH still uses Wright Coal Tar soap!

Coal Tar soap at my nan’s.

Don’t know what brand it was, but the shaving soap my dad used when I was a little girl. It was in a wooden tub I think, he used to make a lot of lather with his shaving brush and dab a bit on my nose!

Lovely clean smell, if I could smell it now I would be reminded of my dear dad.

The sound of grasshoppers. I loved watching them and gently catching them. I never kept them, just loved watching them on my open hand until they hopped off! ???

My dad smoking Costello cigars on Christmas morning……

That was one if my favourite smells too, Kate1949. The council always seemed to tar and re-grit our street roads during the summer holidays. Not sure Mum was always keen, as invariably we'd get tar on our shoes and skin, so were warned not to trail any into the house.
I miss the taste of apple drops too - round sweets coloured green and pinky red, with quite a sharp flavour, if memory serves me right.
The pit hooter marking the start and end of the shifts. The 2 pm one meant that dad would soon be home from his day shift, and as a child I would wait at the front gate during school holidays, then run up the street to meet him as soon as I caught sight of him.

4711 Cologne, last year when DGS and I were out walking an elderly lady smelt nice as she walked past.
DGS said she smelt nice, she heard him and smiled saying 4711.