2-stroke exhaust, with Castor bean oil mixed about 40:1
Chocolate.
I think of my grandmother when I smell freesias.
Sandalwood and cigarillos.
The smell of vanilla pipe tobacco reminds me of my grandpa.
Pine Tar Soap (which is sort of a cross between leather, campfire, lumber and rubber) and lime.
And that’s exactly how I smell most days (here& here).
I want to smell like teen spirit.*
On the rare occasion I smell 4711 eau de cologne, 'tis the world again with my paternal grandmother.
*Someone had to say it!
That would make for some crappy ouzo.
Well if the smell is to conjure up a remembrance of me past.
A madeleine dipped in tea.
I want a bacon scent.
frangipani, lodgepole pine, hay
Cocoa butter and cash.
The smell of napalm in the morning.
Black musk, tobacco, fir, balsam, cumin, bitter clove, crushed mint, and orange blossom.
Jet fuel.
That would be an awesome cologne, come to think of it.
EDIT: Jet exhaust, actually.
Cucumber, salt, and a hint of kaffir lime in the summer.
red apples, banana, chili pepper, coconut, pineapple, pomegranate and sugar cane in the spring and fall.
In winter, cocoa powder, cinnamon, and chantilly cream.
I wear White Shoulders, every day, for the past 25 years. So I guess if someone smells that, they think of me.
My grandfather smelled like tobacco, old newsprint and wood chips. My grandma smelled like hairspray too, I think it was called AquaNet.
Ooh…that’s a good one! I used to live in NW Portland, and there was a shop on…23rd? I think…that sold hundreds of individual oils. China Rain was one of them, and was awesome.
Mine would be the scent I mixed for myself at that same shop, which was a combination of vanilla, amber and musk. NOT as overpowering as it sounds.
And since I’ve been smoking clove cigarettes for the last ten years, I’ve had several people indicate that vanilla and cloves is just my ‘smell’. 
Here ya go!
Oh, and as far as what MY favorite scents they, they are along the lines of ‘A woodshop out in a field, while it’s raining, with lilacs growing outside’. Whatever that is, if I find a guy who smells like that, my husband’s just gonna have to share.
Printer’s ink.
But it has to be the real oil-based old-style ink that’s about as thick as peanut butter. None of that new soy or water-based stuff.