My wife’s deodorant. The smell makes me think of all the reasons I love her, and why I’m so lucky to be with her. Sometimes she says she smells bad, but that’s the only scent I pick up. I try to tell her that she smells nice, but she never believes me.
Coffee in the morning
smell of a distant bonfire, at dusk, preferably during Fall time
For me it’s the smell of bacon and eggs being cooked on a cast iron skillet. It reminds me of my grandmother who was tough as nails and very kind.
Barbecue