Night-blooming jasmine
Gardenias
Fresh baked bread, straight out of the oven (especially when you baked it yourself)
Babies
Lilacs
Peonies
Bakery
Right after a rain
Thanksgiving morning
Fresh baked bread
BBQ
I don’t mean to be rude ivylass but I actually dislike the smell of babies while downright liking the little blubs. I absolutely avoid the smell of babie lotion powder etc.
I’m not fond of stinky babies, but there’s something about a tot fresh out of the tub, clean diaper and ready for bed.
The long line of indoor food stalls at Quincy Market in Boston.
Bacon.
Honeysuckle
Vanilla anything
Onions
Asphalt (as long as it’s hot – reminds me of trips to Six Flags as I kid)
Puppies
New car smell
Horseradish
Freshly cut grass
Cut grass
Play-Doh
Lilacs
Peonies
Clean bedding
The woods
The Atlantic
Freshly cut grass is my favorite.
Wood fires (like bonfires or in a fireplace)
Lily of the Valley
Honeysuckle
Violets
Yankee Candle’s Balsam & Cedar candles
Beeswax
Bayberry
I think horses smell good but I can’t stand babies or puppies. Go figure.
Napalm (sorry, but someone had to say it).
Bacon (mentioned above, strongly seconded).
Cinnamon rolls as they come hot out of the oven.
There will never be a time that crossing a hot asphalt parking lot or road won’t remind me of the summers I spent working at Six Flags.
Bread
Grilling meat
Fresh cut grass
An ocean breeze
A cow farm.
Musk.
The ocean breeze.
The ones people should agree with:
cedar chips/pine needles
apples/pineapples
sandalwood
The ones I’ll understand if you don’t:
PokeMon cards
Tennis balls
Gasoline
Old books
After rain
A pinot noir from the Santa Lucia Highlands appellation.
Your own bed, when you’re dead tired.
Choward’s Violet Mints
Tulips and Daffodils
Pumpkin pie
Coffee
Pizza
Whatever’s cooking on the grill
Downy fabric softener (although it’s not exactly the same as when I was a kid, it reminds me of Mom)
Old Spice (that’s Dad)
Christmas Tree
My dogs’ necks where I bury my face in their fur
Climbing roses, peonies and lilacs (Grandma’s house)
A box of Crayons (first day of school!)
Lemons
When you’re homeroasting coffee beans and they’re starting to get dark but not quite, the beans emit this hot grassy smell.
The clean smell of the air right after a good hard thunderstorm.
My husband’s Grey Flannel cologne. Rowr. When we were dating he put it on before we’d go out, and now, of course, I’ve associated that smell with romantic fun sexy time.
Hyacinth.
Wisteria.
Old-world Roses.
Brownies just out of the oven.
Garlic.
The body of the woman you love.
Fresh snow on a cold winter morning in Vermont.
Cold autumn rain.
Oceanside breezes.
Honeysuckle after rain on bike ride.
Automotive grease.
Ski wax.
Lumber yards.
New car leather.
Roasted chicken.
Grilled kebabs.
Dill.