Noises and words you love!

I agree about baby smells - they are so evocative and trigger all sorts of motherly instincts. Even the poo smells sweet. And baby sick just smells milky.

Words: Popocatapetl

Sounds - Please NOT trickling water or anything which just goes on and on. Drives me mad. Something that has a beginning, a climax, and an end. Like a Beethoven symphony

Smell new bread and ground coffee for breakfast.
Sound birdsong and calls esp curlews heard on the noth yorkshire moors.

Grannybags, not all the smells of a small baby surely!

The cry of a curlew. Sound of summer for me.

The smell of hot earth in the rain.

Tje sound of laughter. The smell of washing that's been dried in the fresh air.

These are all wonderful. Thank you.

The sound of OH's key in the lock, safely home after another too-long day at work.

The smell and sounds of a small baby.
The sound of tyres crunching on gravel
Smell of new mown lawn
I agree with grandmajet about the smell and sound of horses in a stable

The sound (and sight) of real, makes your ribs hurt. laughter, whatever age (I snort!).
Garlic, cigarettes (ex smoker), outside food; rain on warm ground; imperial leather soap-a long ago affair.

The smell of new pages in a book

Birdsong and water trickling in a river or fountain.
People laughing and children chattering to themselves
The tonic fizzing over the ice and lemon and gin
The smell of food cooking.....very few things I don’t like.

The smell of line dried sheets and the sound of real, genuine laughter.

The smell of spring in the air. The sound of the first chiffchaffs that arrive here. Also the first whiff of burning leaves in autumn. The sound of cowbells in foreign mountains and the tinkling of ice cold streams

Nutmeg and junket with clotted cream for me?

Smell ....mown grass
Word.....squadron leader. (V.sexy)
Sound.....blackbird singing

Love the smell of grated nutmeg. Reminds me of mum making her egg custards.

I’m there with you. I can smell the pasties!

Smell and sound of the sea on the North Cornish Coast. Reminds me of long hot summer days wearing peep toed sandals and walking down to the beach. Floating in rock pools and eating warm pasties. Then walking back up picking and eating blackberries.

My first is both a smell and a sound. A stable with the unmistakable smell of horse, and the sound of contented munching of hay. ( thank you narrowboatnan). I just love it.