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For some, the smell of summer is that of hamburgers on the grill, wafting in the evening air between houses and across yards, ringing the mental bell of Pavlov’s dog even in the most civilized of Europe. between us. For others, it’s the smell of freshly opened lilacs, a sweet scent that the industry has tried for decades to replicate in candles, bathroom air fresheners and laundry detergents, but has failed. never quite captured in a way that elicits the accompanying sigh that signals summer. There are a hundred different scent signals, from cut grass to an approaching thunderstorm, that signify summer and make you forget any other season, at least for a few months.
The one that does it for me is garlic, and while odd, it’s not just any garlic. While others may link garlic to family fall feasts of pasta around the table with the football game in the living room, garlic in my bass-centric mind is as much a summer smell as it is. scorching beef, blooming flowers, or a freshly cut lawn. That garlicky scent, however, comes from a bag of four-inch plastic bass tubes, usually watermelon with red flakes, and whenever the zipped top of a freshly torn pouch is pulled apart, with a deep breath, I take what my set of synapses have tied to the season of summer after nearly two decades of fishing with the trademark soft plastics.
I’ve never really been a perfumer when it comes to angling, and I’m pretty sure that in the grand equation of these plastisol molded offerings, the addition of garlic is secondary in the scheme to fool the Pisces. Between looking like something edible, probably a crayfish or baitfish, with the streamlined body and waving tentacles, and also having a healthy dose of salt molded into the plastic and sprinkled on the outside, the profile and movement bait, with a supposedly more natural taste of salt is what probably generates bites. The garlic smell may be more of a characteristic for anglers rather than fish. But, interestingly, in addition to the lure, it has become a staple in my arsenal and a screaming scent tail “Summer is here, and it’s time to start casting!”
On the advice of a friend while still in school, my journey through the bass fishing learning curve was eased by these tubes, once readily available at retail in our region, but are now shrinking to the point that they are only available online. At the end of that winter, while reviewing my inventory, I placed my order and 10 pouches arrived in a white USPS box on my snowy doorstep. I couldn’t help but hastily tear open the cardboard and break the seal of a bag, just to relive the summer feeling I knew the scent inside would generate. Instantly, the pungent aroma of garlic transported me to times when I stood barefoot on the bow of my puddle jumper, cane in hand floating above a calm bay or wading through the warm shallows around a summer lakeside dock and readying a handgun for the bass. who was hiding underneath.
Our senses tell us so much and transport us to times in our lives, whether outdoors or indoors. A certain song reminds me of that summer when the fishing was great, Fridays were filled with fun around a bonfire, and now takes me back from middle age to what it was like to be young. The taste of good chocolate chip cookies makes me fall on the seat cushion of the wooden chairs in Grandma’s kitchen when I was a kid. Even a brief sighting of a lightsaber flash on TV, whether in a new streaming series or one of the older movies, puts me on the couch during a blizzard, watching so many “Star Wars” movies I could cram into a snowy day. But the smell of garlic always reminds me of summer smallmouth fishing on my home stream and largemouth on my favorite lake, surrounded by the sights, sounds and of course other pleasant smells that the season brings. Whether it’s getting ready for this weekend’s fishing trip or navigating through the misery of a long winter, it’s nice to know that I have an easy way to put myself back together. where I want to be in memory, in reality and… in our exterior.