Oooh, and cinnamon!
-The Appalachians on a foggy mid-October morning.
cut exotic wood; the different varieties all have a unique smell
pie baking…any pie
single malt whiskey
hibiscus in bloom
marijuana (although I haven’t smelled that one up close in ages)
my son after he’s been out playing in the yard
Since my skydiving days, jetfuel exhaust in the early morning & cordura nylon. Still gets my heart pumping.
Wood fire smoke in the air on a still winter night.
A clean happy baby.
Cedar chips or cedar sawdust
The lingering smell of most ladies’ hair products. Never mind perfumes. Just use Pantene.
Gunsmoke.
Fresh asphalt.
Oh, and that rubber and lumber smell when you walk into Home Depot. Makes me happy.
Lily of the Valley.
Freshly ground coffee
Strawberry red scented candles.
Onions frying in butter.
I thought jets flew too fast to skydive from.
Old guitars
The back of a woman’s neck in the morning
Fresh mown hay
The top of a puppy’s head
Hickory smoke
A good cigar
A mountain creek in autumn
Magnolia blossoms
Potatoes fried with garlic
A field of wildflowers in spring
A pasture with horse manure in it
Rabbit tobacco
Home, after a long trip
Clouds, just before a rain
My lover’s sheets
Stacks of LP records
The pages of the books I read as a boy
The cab of a '61 Apache
The Plaza del Sol in Madrid
Weaver D’s in Athens, GA
Haylofts
Attics of houses old enough to have plaster and lath walls
Playgrounds
Sweet potatoes roasted with fresh thyme
Thanksgiving dinner
An empty church
A baseball game
Kudzu blossoms
Boiled peanuts
A poker game
Wheat being threshed
Pecans roasting
High mass in Cordoba
Money
Wild onions
County fairs
3-in-1 oil
My mother’s apron when I hug her
Night-blooming jasmine
Pool halls
Southern beaches at night
Good coffee
A Baptist fish fry
The hair of a sleeping child
Mostly true, but Twin Otters are almost the perfect jump plane, imho, and they have twin turboprops that burn jetfuel.
Geez. Now I’m all nostalgic…
I see no reason to jump out of a perfectly good airplane, but that looks like one to do it from. Nice big door, wings on top, tail up out of the way. 
A newly packed cigar-style box loaded full of Kindergarten school supplies.
There’s nothing like the aromatic melange of crayons, paste and art gum eraser to take you back to those carefree days of youth.
I love the smell you get in the desert after it rains.
Only a few for me. As an allergy sufferer, I tend toward “The best thing I can smell is nothing.” But…
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[li]Fresh mimeographs. I don’t know if there’s anyone under about age 38 that even knows what this smells like. I rather imagine that scene in Fast Times at Ridgemont High is completely baffling to them.[/li][li]Certain types of tea. My current obsession is Tazo Berryblossom White. I am considering stuffing an empty packet in my purse so I can carry the smell around.[/li][li]Pretty much anything cooking with cinnamon in it. Heavenly.[/li][li]Rain.[/li][li]The puff of frosty air that some freezers will give off when you open them.[/li][/ul]
Maja soap.
My wife.
I was actually reading through the thread to make sure nobody picked up on the OP reference before I did. Well spotted.
Napalm sticks to little children.
I love the smell of pan fried semen.
Drain Bead’s dollar bill.
When I was younger, I bought a bunch of Easton Press Collector’s Edition copies of classic sci-fi novels. These are leather-bound books with gold edging and the little ribbon bookmark thing.
I just got them out because I’m in the process of selling them, and oh! The smell! I wish I could live inside these books. There is nothing like the smell of high-quality, leather-bound book. Aaaah.
The smell of a Subway sandwich shop at 3 or 4am after a night in the bars. Man oh man, you walk in, and that smell alone can revive you. Mmmmmm.
They have Subway in Bangkok as well as Arkansas?
24-hour Subways. The one I patronize at 3 or 4am sits right next to a good 24-hour supermarket. My usual drill is to stop by Subway for an end-of-night steak-and-cheese sub with double meat and extra cheese, a last couple of beers they freely sell illegally (places like Subway are not supposed to sell beer after midnight) and then hit the grocery store for my shopping.
And does that Subway shop ever smell goooood. 
Wheatena cooking on the stove
Freshly mowed lawn
Wood smoke (burning twigs, branches, etc. in the back yard)
Homemade bread and cinnamon rolls
The smell of the ocean (especially when I’m on the beach flying my kites)—
(I had to mention kites somewhere on the list!!!)