Smell of coffee

Smells do bring memories back. I love walking into a coffee house and smelling fresh coffee especially on a cold day. Sometimes I smell a particular perfume and it reminds me of my mum who is gone now.

I love your story. Yes, the aroma of the coffee brewing actually fills the senses, I love the smell of coffee, too. Like you, the memory of a loved one comes to mind. I even wrote a poem about my grandmother sipping coffee from the cup. It is probably a mushy memory but all the same, a cherished one.

My Mom bought a Coffee Maker and would only use it every Sunday and although I did not care much for Coffee I drank it anyway to make her happy. Smell of Coffee is what I like the most of it though. I drink it but not very much.

White powder makes me remember my first girlfriend. She used it an extreme lot.

I like coffee smell too...but never had such memories as you said.

The smell of your coffee brought me here hahaha. I like the smell of rain because it reminds of my father who passed away 10 years ago. He loved to sit at the balcony in rainy days and listen to sound of water drops striking the ground. Each time it starts raining I would close my eyes and feel like he is still there, enjoying the view.

Smell of roti reminds me my school days.

My morning is not complete without coffee...

Yes, I have a similar experience. My grandmother used to prepare coffee using a Moka (we are Italian). The smell of the coffee made in a Moka coffee pot is different.

(smiling at you) I used to love coffee! There was a pot of coffee brewing at all hours of the day and night when I was a kid. Everyone who came in our door knew where the cups and the coffeepot were. They'd just help themselves. I grew up drinking coffee. When I met my first wife, the smell of coffee brewing always made her throw up, so I had to stop drinking it. (Coffee from a convenience store just doesn't taste like a homemade cup of coffee!) When I got divorced from my first wife, I bought a coffee maker and brewed a pot. I hated it! I couldn't believe I used to drink something that tasted so harsh and bitter! I still don't drink coffee.

There are a lot of memories like the one you experience for me too. I pass by a street, where as a child it was a regular schedule thing to go to the street to pick up merchandise will bring back memories of being with my family. We live near the vicinity of Love's Bakery. When the wind is right the smell of baking bread will emanate throughout my home. When I was younger we lived near Holsum, before it closed and I could always smell bread baking. It's wonderful for when I smell bread baking from Love's Bakery it brings back fond memories of growing up. Wonderful post and wonderful memories of being young!

I too recall the small of strong coffee in my Aunties kitchen. Such a lovely memory.