What's you favourite thing in each of your senses?

Sight - electrical storms
Sound - son saying "Mum!" or Sean Connery saying anything
Touch - really short cropped hair
Smell - baking bread
Taste - at the moment it's Pad Thai yummmmmmy

over to you

Sight:- It has to be in the back garden looking out across Lough Neagh on a hot summers day when the surface of the lough is as smooth as glass with a few fishing boats grouped together, and the peaks of the Mourne Mountains just visible on the horizon.

Sound:- The sound of people in the distance on a still night, laughing and talking.

Touch:- the feel of a brand new pair of socks being worn for the first time.

Smell: Have to agree with the smell of fresh cooked bread.

Taste: The taste of the bit where the apple and the sponge meet in an apple sponge desert.

Good post Copago.
Lets see

Sight----- Northern Lights either on the ground or from a airplane

Sound----- the northern lights on a cold clear winter's night or the voices of my family and friends

Touch------- Velvet (Purple of course)

Smell-------- New mowed grass after a rain

Taste-------- Chocolate

PF

Wow, your "sight" sounds so beautiful, Sean! I now want to combine some of yours with my electrical storm! (edit cause Iv'e jsut seen PF's ... wonder if we can put the nothern lights in there as well??? )
(side story cuase you've reminded me so clearly of it - I was once hitch-hiking in Scotland and was looking for a lift on the edge of a lough which sounds very similar to yours. Was a beautiful sunny day, crystal clear waters, cloud topped mountains in the distance, ducks waddling past and not one bugger would pick me up. But it was all good - would've been quite happy to stay there all day )

(Digressing a bit from the topic)
It is amazing the only problem being that the hot summer days here are rare and one without flies rarer, though I am used to them and they don't bother me.
(Lightening storms are amazing though I have only ever seen one forked lightening storm which was in dublin a few years ago, but that is a story for a different day.)

Sight-> Watching the snow fall on trees and houses from my window
Sound-> The waves breaking on the shore of the beach by my cottage as I fall asleep.
Touch-> The way the sheets and blankets feel when you're absolutely exhausted and you jump into your bed for the night.
Smell-> The smell of the air right before a huge rainstorm.
Taste-> Like PF, anything chocolate is to die for.

(I'd love to someday live somewhere that has mountains so I could see those each day... and I've always wanted to see the northern lights as well )

Sight - my family
Sound - listening to my favourite songs
Taste - Chocolate (seems popular! )
Touch - Freshly made bed
Smell - home made cakes

Sight - people's smiles, especially my husband's
Sound - rain
Taste - a really fine wine or a good stout beer
Touch - warm sand from a beach between my toes
Smell - blueberry muffins

Sight – a cat;
Sound – the music of Handel;
Taste - a full-bodied red wine or a hoppy beer;
Touch – the covers and pages of a well-made book (virtually extinct in Britain);
Smell – frying bacon or freshly made coffee.

Sight – My two dogs playing
Sound – My mother's voice
Taste - Lasagne made with ground beef, italian sausage,ricotta & mozzarella cheeses
Touch – Silk
Smell – Freshly brewed coffee

Sight - anyone I love
Sound - whipporwills
Taste - chocolate[ curry is good, too ]
Smell - coffee [ or fresh cut grass ]
Touch - cat fur

Sight - my three grandchildren playing together.
Sound - heavy rain drumming on the cabin roof of a yacht after you're tied up safely in harbour.
Taste - I agree with Tabbytom on the full bodied red wine.
Smell - Jasmine flowers.
Touch - any ancient artifact, when I try to imagine the person who made it so long ago.

yes, aramis, I know just what you mean about touching something old. I've worked at several museums, always dealing with the colllections themselves. The oldest bound book we had at the Smith Foundation was hand- written in about 1200 a.d. The only problem with working around antiquities -you must always wear cotton gloves . Since I love the touch of things like that , wearing gloves everyday for two years got to be a drag!

All the thoughts that go through your mind...was this penned by a monk, intent on preserving what little written record there was during the end of the dark ages? Or written by some nobleman or his lady -they were some of the few who could read and write, besides the folks at the local monastery. So many questions.[ sorry to get all glassy eyed like that. This is one of my favorite subjects ]

I think my best sense is sixth sense - Before some thing is going to happen.

Sight - Seeing the beautiful, open spaces; seeing babies and animals; seeing the sun rise and set; seeing the body of a handsome and sexy man.

Sound - Hearing birds chirping, kittens mewling, listening to my favorite songs, and hearing the words "I Love You."

Touch - Feeling the soft skin of a baby; feeling the silky fur of a beloved cat; feeling the warm skin of the man I love.

Smell - Smelling beautiful flowers; smelling food I like cooking; smelling the sea air when I'm down the shore; smelling the cologne of the man I love.

Taste - Tasting pasta, steaks, ice cream, chocolate, milkshakes.

Sight - Watching the sun rise. Doing that makes everything seem renewed to me.

Sound - The sound of a train whistle late at night. Not really sure why but I love that.

Touch - Feeling a baby's hair. So soft and right.

Smell - Popcorn at the Movie Theater. I know I'm in the right place when I get a whiff.

Taste - Mandarin Oranges! That came to mind first.

Sight: Almost any view from a high point.

Sound: Bubblewrap going, 'pop, popop, popopop' (but only when it's me popping it).

Touch: Squeezing Bubblewrap.

Smell: Curry.

Taste: Curry (medium hot).

Sight: My daughter smiling.

Sound: Rain hitting a corregated tin roof.

Touch: A sun warmed towel after swimming at the beach.

Smell: That ozone smell in storm country.

Taste: Cold clean water from a mountain stream.

Sight: My daughter sleeping. She's always beautiful, but when she's sleeping she's also quiet and not misbehaving.

Sound: A train. Not the whistle, but just the clickety clack. Whenever I get stopped by a coal train I have to turn down the radio and open my window, just to listen. Sometimes I close my eyes, and other times I read the numbers as the cars go past, but always I listen. When I was a baby, we lived in a trailer house on the family farm, up in coal country in Wyoming. The train tracks were roughly 100yds from my bedroom. It wasn't the noisy, shaking, fast sound you see on TV, it was a slow, rhythmic and almost melodic sound, and that is how I fell asleep at night, rocked by the heavy-laden coal trains heading south to supply the nation.

Touch: Thunderstorms. I know this might seem more likely for a favorite smell or sight or sound, but I LOVE the way a warm, spring thunderstorm feels. The hot, heavy air, the warm droplets, the way my hair raises up just before the lightning. Even when the rain is heavy and soaking in seconds, just to stand in the middle of it, especially if the day has been rather hot, well... To me, even the buildup of a thunderstorm feels wild and free, dangerous yet so familiar as to be almost comforting. The very change in the air is enough to make me stand in wonder at the power and utter dominance of nature.

Smell: Lemons.

Taste: This is tough. I can't decide between good, Indian mulligatawny soup (the spicy, blended lentil type, not the brothy English version with apples) or lobster meat soaked in butter and lemon juice.

Sight: I love to watch my boys faces light up with anticipation on Christmas morning.

Sound: The sound of a baby laughing out loud. I also love the sound of waves lapping up against the shore.

Touch: I love to hold a newborn baby....you know when they are so tiny that their soft head snuggles under your chin and their little bottom fits in the palm of your hand and they wriggle and squirm...

Smell: The smell of my husband's neck

Taste: Fresh pineapple or dark Lindor chocolate truffles

Sight: my son in his cot first thing in the morning he's so happy to be awake.

Sound: id have to say the sea, i used to open my window at night and lay in bed lisning to it.

Touch: snow the way it crunches (we don't get it very often)

Smell: hot chocolate

i really enjoyed reading all the others.

Taste: indian food (i think im addicted)

Sight ~ Sunrise or sunset

Sound ~ Music

Touch ~ my dog's fur

Smell ~ Vanilla

Taste ~ Melted cheese