The smell of the plastic pool floatation devices are made of. It brings back wonderful memories of the summers spent in my Aunt’s backyard with my sister and cousins. Almost every day we’d be in that pool until the sun was well under the horizon.
Also the smell of Sweet Honesty, the perfume. My mom wore it all the time when I was very young.
And the smell of thanksgiving (or any sweet or savory thing that makes the kitchen super warm). It always reminds me of my grandmother’s kitchen growing up.
The smell of wet earth/rain. It doesn’t really bring memories, I just love that smell like no one’s business.
The smell of the air right before it snows. Not many people get it (including my husband) when I’m like “Oh, I smell snow. It’s gonna snow soon.” I can’t describe the smell. My mom and I are the only ones I know that can ‘smell’ snow in the air before it actually does. I love that smell so much.