Mine is lilacs, because there was a lilac bush at the bus stop that I used to wait at with my mom when I was a kid, it was my school bus stop and the public bus stop so we spent a lot of time on that corner and now when I smell lilacs I just immediately feel like a kid again.
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My favorite smell is that of a well stocked spice store
A mix of lightly burnt motor oil and subway (the sandwich place that isn’t considered bread).
Sunscreen and fresh cut grass. Reminds me of carefree days as a kid where everything was possible
coffee because it is the best thing in the world
Almond scented pink public bathroom soap
When I was little my mom had an electric cookie press that made jet-puffed cookies. Why it was electric, and had to be plugged in, I have no idea. It was almost exclusively used to make Christmas cookies (trees, presents, snowmen, etc.) and the smell of the dough and the finished cookies was so unmistakable and unique that I cannot describe it exactly but can immediately recognize it decades later.
Another smell is the combination of coffee brewing and a classic American breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast being made by my grandparents. The kind of smell that instantly wakes you up and makes you stumble down the stairs half awake. I don’t ever drink coffee but the combined smell is intoxicating and always reminds me of them.
Gardenia flowers. Not the terrible candle or soap scents that try and fail to imitate it, but the actual live flowers.
Raspberries. I can’t exactly recall why, but makes me feel like I’m 8 again. It’s magical.
A core memory unlock scent for me is any time I smell honeysuckle. We had some where I grew up, and it just instantly takes me back.
Others are a spray from Lush called sleepy time. It’s Lavender and Tonka, and it is the most calming scent I’ve ever been around.
Dark chocolate. Good roasted coffee. Wife’s body spray Tea and Bergamont from bath and bodyworks.My weird ones are lumber and gasoline
Pinyon juniper woodland after a violent hailstorm. The pulverized vegetation filling the clean mountain air with their volatile compounds. Tart resiny smells mingling with sweet floral sages combined with the earthy aroma of hummus and wet soil. It is petrichor turned up to eleven-thousand.
My dog’s feet. They smell like corn chips.
also the warm pupper aroma. the opposite of wet dawg smell, it’s lovely.
That’s a really nice memory. I also remember how the bushes would smell from when I was a kid in the garden.
Now my favourite smell is my wife, and I bet some of yours will now also be, “this guys wife”.
I also choose this guys wife
I thought this guy’s wife was a bit gamey, I actually prefer the fruity smell yours has,
I choose both your wives
Petrichor
I just Love it.
Onions and garlic simmering in olive oil.
Smells like the start of something delicious.
