As a child of the 60s: sandalwood patchouli, milk soap, a couple of perfumes i can not name: music, beatles, long hair, great clothes,....

Yes.

Pikake--Hawaiian jasmine--the only scent I ever went back and asked a women what she was wearing

My grandparents' apartment, particularly when my grandmother was cooking. She made all the classic Jewish dishes, and the aroma was wonderful.

My dad used to shine his Army boots each Sunday...I can still remember the smell of black paste shoe polish...

My mom wore Roses, Roses cologne by Avon...the smell of roses reminds me of her

My great grandfather chewed tobacco...it was gross, but the smell of cigars, tobacco, etc. reminds me of him fondly

I remember a lot of people more by scent...I prefer the natural scent of a person and just do not like perfumes and flowery smells much...

Mine are the Smell of stuffed Cabbage in tomato Sauce, and flowers like Lilac or Lily of the Valley

Honeysuckle. It grew along our back fence, and it was glorious on summer nights. Cinnamon makes me feel cozy and warm: my mother made cinnamon rolls most weekends.

The smell or taste of blood - memories I would expunge if I could

Blackcurrants - both the smell and the taste.

My grandfather lived in a very old house and, by the stableblock (which had been converted into workshops for his business and, later, my father's) there was an extremely old blackcurrant bush which was too ancient to fruit most years. My grandfather bought that house in 1927 when it was already four centuries old; he was an avid amateur horticulturist and estimated the bush was about the same age.

However, once in a while it would manage to produce a handful of berries, and they were the most amazing thing I have tasted in my life (and because I was so spoiled, he'd let me eat all of them).Now, whenever I smell or taste blackcurrants, I'm instantly transported back to the last time I ate them from that bush, which was when I was nine years old. That Autumn, he died. The summer preceding that Autumn was the last time I was ever truly happy, and that's why I try to avoid the smell and taste of blackcurrants.

Crushed cedar needles- joy of hiking.

Cinnamon - my mother, cinnamon lover. She put it in chocolate chip cookies.

Sage leaves - shrub-steppe of Eastern Washington.

Dry, crackling leaves underfoot- growing up in Michigan.

Baking bread - with my daughter.

Fresh air in the mountains- How lucky I am to have eyes that see, a strong body to hike steep trails, and a heart that soars with the beauty of the great outdoors.

The main one that comes to mind is horse shit, not only is it the only shit that I like the smell of, but it evokes many horse related memories that I enjoy.

Autumn leaves. Reminds me of rollin around in em as a pup!

Chocolate..Boston had Bakers Chocolate factory in town when I was a kid..You could smell chocolate for miles...especially during summer! yummmmmm

Live pine trees, beef roasting in the oven, freshly mowed grass, campfire, freshly plowed earth, salty ocean air... to name a few.

Tar. It is more than a smell to me but I can't put my finger on what the value-added is.

Peat or “turf” as they call it here in Ireland. I don’t smell it much around here now, with oil-fired central heating and fancy wood burners being the norm, but when I first came to live here there was a lot of peat burned. You can still smell it in the air in places such as Donegal and down the West Coast of Ireland.

Old Spice! My first slow dance, the guy (boy, we were 11-ish) was wearing it

Pipe tobacco and whisky. Old tea and rabbit cages. I miss my old Grandpa everyday.