Things from my childhood. A bowl of lamb stew (my husband can make stew that is very similar to the stew my dad made) reminds me of my Dad and when I used to walk in the door after school to that lovely smell of cooking stew.
Or a pork pie. Very hard to find here in a non-soggy form. So it’s an occasional treat.
Vimto. I love Vimto. Again, a rare treat when I can find a bottle of cordial. I don’t like the fizzy stuff.