Nothing like the smell......

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of an old slippie. Don't lie, you've all done it. That old smell mixed with oil, bone and steel. Just sitting watching the tube twirling the knife around. Like sunnyd says...."like a worry stone",I have always pulled it out of my pocket just to handle it. The thing goes up to my nose because I can't resist the smell of a good old knife.:p
Yes...yes I do have a bit of an obsession with pocketknives.
 
That's why I use 3-in-1 oil. All my older relatives used it, for EVERYTHING. If the scent of 3-in-1 is getting faint, it's time for oiling. My wife pesters me all the time, because I sniff all of my knives and old tools every time I pick them up. And I love the way the metal/wood/oil/leather/old stones make my toolbox & knife cabinet smell, too.

thx - cpr
 
Its a classic American man smell. haha.

The smells bring back memories, even though I get to smell them everyday. The smell of oil, grease and exhaust smell from older tractors or mowers makes me smile everytime I walk into my shop to go to work. The smell of the first grass mowing of the season. The smell of pasture grasses plowed down by a bushhog.

I'll take it even farther...its also the sounds. The snap open and closed of my yellow handle soddie and stockmen knives. The pop of a big Buck or Schrade lockback opening. The sound of an old Ford tractor idling in the morning. The pop pop pop of a John Deere 2 cycle tractor.

Even though I get to smell and hear most of the things a lot...they still make me smile and remember back when.
 
Just like gun oil and firearms, it has a nice way of perking one up and the anticipation of the great outdoors.
 
Its a classic American man smell. haha.

The smells bring back memories, even though I get to smell them everyday. The smell of oil, grease and exhaust smell from older tractors or mowers makes me smile everytime I walk into my shop to go to work. The smell of the first grass mowing of the season. The smell of pasture grasses plowed down by a bushhog.

I'll take it even farther...its also the sounds. The snap open and closed of my yellow handle soddie and stockmen knives. The pop of a big Buck or Schrade lockback opening. The sound of an old Ford tractor idling in the morning. The pop pop pop of a John Deere 2 cycle tractor.

Even though I get to smell and hear most of the things a lot...they still make me smile and remember back when.

My large Case stockman almost has an echo vibrating sound when I close the master blade.Can't describe it but it's most satisfying.
 
Done it myself. Alhtough the smells are different, it reminds me of how I miss the smell of Copenhagen and CLP in the air during my Army days.
 
Done it myself. Alhtough the smells are different, it reminds me of how I miss the smell of Copenhagen and CLP in the air during my Army days.

I get that myself. When someone first lights up a cigarette I just love the smell. Haven't smoked for 11 years, but I could easily live in a humidor.
 
It depends on where I carry the knife as to liking the smell or not. The smell of a back pocket knife has it's own aroma butt I'm not getting into that here. :D
 
Awww nuts, the front pocket smell can be either offensive or pleasing at times :)
 
That's funny -- I was just sitting here sniffing an old jackknife, thinking it probably deserves another oiling.
 
A strange, secondary addiction spawned by a cool, primary addiction. :eek:

Whew. . . .I thought I was the only strange one. :D
 
I confess that I don't sniff my pocket knife, I tend to use it as a worry stone, constantly touching it in my pocket, feeling the handles. I always thought I was a bit nuts for doing that.
 
I like the smell of the old knives too. I like to snap them open and closed...very theraputic. I can spend a whole evening fondling and snapping my old folders....then again I am a very 'sad' man.
 
Not a big sniffer myself, but I do constantly handle my EDC. Spinning it on the table, using it as a worry stone as many others have stated. One thing I am recently infatuated with are half stops, nothing like them.
 
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