The smell of my cat’s tummy.
The scent of pine trees in the mountains.
Garlic bread baking in the oven.
Certain types of fabric softener, when smelled from outside on a cold night (when it’s wafting up through someone’s vent)
Bacon frying and coffee brewing in the morning (especially on a camping trip, even though I don’t eat the bacon)
Certain places that have dried oak leaves all over the ground, the kind that crunch when you walk upon them, especially if you are walking in the shade, but there are warm wafts of sunlight coming down and hitting the leaves, it’s the scent that is activated by the sunlight hitting the cold dry leaves, with wet earth underneath. That scent always reminds me of my Grandmother’s front yard.
Turkey roasting in the oven, even though I don’t eat the turkey.
The smell of Sea and Ski suntan lotion
Gingerbread
The combined scents of motor oil, turpentine and sawdust, which remind me of my Uncle’s old workshop that we used to visit when I was a little kid.
A beach campfire.
The faint scent of natural gas that you get when you have an old-style stove where the pilot light is always going. Reminds me of my Grandma’s house.
White vinegar. Reminds me of dyeing Easter eggs and my Grandparents house. They had a set of these milk glass coffee mugs in which we put the colored dye.