Remembering the scents: Rubber bags, soaps

The scent of ivory triggers a lot of memories. Also the scent of glycerin suppositories brings a lot back also.

Yes, it's not a major turn-on but for sure that rubber smell is s a part of my enema experience.

I also decided to add a red rubber bag (although it has twice the capacity of the one that I used as a teenager). Although I like watching the lever drop in the translucent silicone bags, there is something about seeing the bulging red rubber bag gradually shrink as I feel the warm liquid flow into and fill my ass and my gut.

I remember the scent of mom's enema bag. It was the combination of the red rubber bag, black enema and douche nozzles and the ivory soap. Such vivid memories that when I fill my 4qt bag, it all comes back as if it was yesterday.

Enemas were a rare thing in my house when I was growing up but my mom kept her douche bag on the back of the bathroom door or hung in the shower after use. She left it in the shower until she tidied up when she got home from work. What I remember most was the smell of the vinegar and water douche she used. She always douched after sex so it was easy to tell how often my parents did it.

Owning and using real rubber enema equipment really enhances enemas for me. I started at 15 with mom's amber latex bag and never looked back, now 50 years later. These days for pleasure/erotic enemas it's usually rubber bag, rubber hoses, rubber DBC, rubber gloves, rubber clothes (catsuit or sweatsuit), heavy rubber shoes, and frequently rubber hood, rubber gag and sometimes gas/diving mask. I almost always take some deep nose breaths of the thick rubber bag before and after filling it with warm solution which then accentuates the aroma. I also love the idea that my enemas wind up being a bit "rubber-flavored" after going through the bag, hoses and DBC before flowing into my colon. Thanks for the nice start with your amber bag, mom! (Mom having been a career RN, I'm not sure if she'd be delighted or appalled at my enema fetish - I can only hope she'd find it rewarding that she accidentally started me on one of my major physical, emotional and sexual satisfactions.) When I do sometimes use Castile soap, that aroma also adds a nice erotic touch to an enema.

Eric

Never mind "visions of sugar plums". the aroma of ivory soap, the sight of the the jar of vasoline "the bag hanging in the shower" are all memories that make me smile and feel warm and loved

Yesss...I loved the sight and smell of the red bag..the ivory in the water.. Mom's sweet aroma. Mmmmmm

I get excited and tremble when I smell the rubber, the smell of camomile and oil or soap

...................What I remember most was the smell of the vinegar and water douche she used. She always douched after sex so it was easy to tell how often my parents did it.

Dita,

I'm just curious, as I never had the slightest clue about my parents' sex life or if they even had one after me. How old were your parents around that time and how much did they do it do you think? Thanks,

Eric

Scents notoriously stimulate memory. A seven-volume novel was supposedly prompted by the childhood memories brought back to mind by the scent of herbal tea and the taste of a madeleine cake.

Some years ago I bought a JBL bag, and as I unwrapped the parcel the scent of the rubber and its dark-red colour brought back an incident from before I was ten, when I discovered a similar bag in the bathroom cabinet in my grandmother’s house. I took it for a hotwater bottle — that was what I was looking for in the cabinet — though I was surprised at its large size, and I ran to grandma with it. She laughed, but took it off me and gave me a real hotwater bottle. I had certainly never thought of that incident in the intervening decades, and it was only then that I realised what that outsize bag in the cabinet actually was.

A seven-volume novel was supposedly prompted by the childhood memories brought back to mind by the scent of herbal tea and the taste of a madeleine cake.

That, however, was Proust, and Proust was, well, Proust.

Scents are very powerful (sometimes I smell something and have immediate recollections), but most people don't write that much about them.

I also love the smell of the rubber bag. My mom usually made the ivory soap water in the sink. I still remember the bar of soap making a clicking sound. But when I made enema soap for my self there was no noise. After watching her closely I figured out it was the bar of soap rubbing across her rings. Love that click.

The smell of ivory soap always brings back memories of the enemas received from Mom.

I think the scent of Ivory soap makes many of us recall those early childhood enemas. It seems like Ivory was the soap of choice for the majority of our mothers. Whenever I got a whiff of Ivory soap I knew I was in for one of mom's good syringings.

The smell of Ivory soap makes me think about the old days!!

I recently bought a Rexall KantLeek combo syringe from the 50's, It's in great shape considering it's nearly 70 years old. The smell of the rubber brought me right back to those Sunday afternoons as a kid on the bathroom floor, looking over my shoulder to see how much I still had to take

Some of the postings were about the smell of vinegar along with rubber from when females in the house douched. When I got to high school I finally figured out why we had two syringes: one for enemas and one for mom. Mom's bag had a wintergreen odor to it because she used it to douche with Massengill powder. After my older sister went away to college I later discovered her travel syringe one time and, sure enough, it smelled of wintergreen, too.

But of those odors from home: Vicks Vaporub, rubber, Ivory, Massengill, and the bathroom cleaner of the day, which was Pinesol. All have a strange appeal.

Okay Folk, I got a major 'snivel'. At age 86 I have lost my sense of smell and practically all of my sense of taste. The latter makes losing weight much easier, by the way. In fact, this morning after my first pee, and naked I weighed in at 194.5 --I started out at about 220, and going for 180. I will say that what little 'taste' I have is mostly 'memory taste'.....like I know and remember what bacon tastes like, and when its nice and crisp awards me with a touch of satisfaction.

I wanted to get this out there before the "snivel" turns to "whimper'. --Live long & Prosper.

the boxcar

This is not about smells of rubber but loss of smell and taste as they are really closely related. I won't go into the details but I received an antibiotic shot in my eyeball (not fun) to combat a severe eye infection. I almost immediately loos my sense of taste and smell. Took all manner of MDs to figure it out but in several months my senses began to return and eventually became pretty normal. Turns out that this condition is reported in the medical literature as a rare side effect of antibiotic injections in the eyeball.

One of the major turn-ons was the smell of latex and ivory soap. Now that I've been using Bronner's peppermint soap for some time I get turned on by the smell of peppermint.

The smell of the soap works well with latex, especially now that I made a latex shower curtain for the shower downstairs for an extra kink factor.

Some part of that may be your sense of smell changing as you age.

I have fond memories of the unmistakable rubber odor of the fountain syringe used on me many times as a kid. When entering the bathroom, you didn't have to see it to know it was there - either drying on the towel bar after use, or hung on the robe hook bulging with warm soapy water. Such a big part of the whole childhood enema experience! I'll probably not experience that again, as all my gear is silicone now.

For me it’s the smell of the soap either ivory or dr Bonner’s it brings back a flood of memories. Even just seeing the full bag hanging is an incredibly powerful image

The smells of the soap suds , the syringe buried in it so only the bulb was visible, the jar of Vaseline the knowledge of knowing that the enema was for you as you were being coaxed to lay across your mothers lap,wow powerful memories, remember very fondly now not so much then.

The combination of latex and ivory soap makes me really hard. Just thinking about it excites me.

My wife uses Bronners peppermint in my enemas and now that’s beginngbto do the trick also.

Long ago as a kid, we were playing hide and seek well after dark. Living in a duplex was often interesting as it was easy to hear what was going on next door through the un-insulated walls. This night I was seeking a new hiding place compared to what most of us kids were using that hot muggy summer evening. I slipped under a big bush that was located directly under the next door bathroom window. I had no more than got real quiet and I heard the bathroom door close inside the duplex. The light was now on and the window was opened but the shade was pulled down. I thought the dim glow of the light through the shade might give me away but it did not. Next thing I knew was water was running in the sink and the strong pungent smell of warm rubber was spilling from the window. Soon after the sounds of a bulb syringe were heard in the sink as it was filled for use. A couple of minutes later, the gentle swoosh of air being sucked into the syringe was heard as the injection was completed and the nozzle withdrawn. Several more injections must have been given, but never the sound of expulsion. That made me think the shapely 25 year old lady living next door was giving herself a douche just inside the window.

I love the smell of a rubber enema bag. Brings back many fun times and it never gets old.

The smell of a rubber enema bag is overwhelming to me. It will get me going in an instant.