Kool-aid powder… everytime I make a batch of kool-aid it takes me back to lazy warm summer days with nothing better to do then play hide and seek with the neighborhood kids and sell kool-aid to passing adults for candy money
The smell just after you’ve blown out a candle, plus the skanky, stale smell of institutional stairwells, both remind me of my first year of college, when I was quite unhappy.
Peppermint Trident gum and anything peach remind me of the summer after senior year of high school, drinking with my best friend Marci. Very good memories, but bittersweet.
Stale spilled beer reminds me of my first boyfriend, 'cause that’s what he smalled like. (ew… but still a good memory)
The smell of Play-do reminds me of playing indoors on rainy Saturdays with my sister, back when we lived in Oklahoma.
The smell of clothes dried with Bounce fabric softener remind me of my mom and make me feel good.
There are times when I will get a whiff of something, and I can’t identify the odor, or the memory associated with it, nor why it makes me sad.
It’s funny how easy it is for a smell to get associated with a particular event or time. I noticed today when iI got to school that I has left a bottle of Aqua Di Gio in my glove compartment from my first semester at college. I had forgotten to put cologne on when I left the house so I sprayed some on and it brought me back to my first semester of college. I remember being so rushed in the morning that I always forgot to put my cologne on so I put it in my glove compartment. I could remember driving like a maniac through the street of San Francisco trying to get to SFSU on time, then trying to find a damn parking spot and then running my ass to class. Ahh…those were the days…
Another one that others here have mentioned is the smell of smoke. But not just smoke in the air, but rather smoke on my clothes. I was a Boy Scout for I don’t know how many years and I was always the one to light the fire so my clothes always smelled like smoke. I can remember rolling my smokey cloths up inot a pillow and falling aleep with that smell in the air. I miss backpacking… 
-N
Sunscreen—It makes me think of Summer and the beach!
A box of new crayolas remind me of the first day of school.
Chanel No.5 perfume —I can’t believe they try and market that to young women…It reminds me of old ladies.
The smell of wet pavement reminds me of my first pair of Converse All-Stars. They were green.
The smell of Pert Plus reminds me of swimming lessons when I was little.
Like someone else said, the smell of buses idling reminds me of band. That and the smell of my sweaty and greasy band gloves, and the smell of my uniform after it gets dry-cleaned. Plus a bunch of other things I don’t normally smell.
Sometimes I’ll catch a whiff of some perfume in the hall and it reminds me of a female friend I don’t get to see much anymore.
My first kiss was in the parking lot after an after-game dance at my high school gym. . .there was a lot of people in there, and it was pretty hot, so the scents I remember are her perfume with some sweat (we didn’t smell bad or anything, but we were both sweating from the heat).
-Neil
Crest toothpaste and Dial soap always make me think of my uncle who raised me. Norell or Halston perfume remind me of his wife.
Horses and stable smells remind me of the years that I rode and had horses.
Puppy breath always makes me happy. They have this distinct odor.
Babies actually smell like the fragrance that they put in the baby powder and lotion.
The air after a thunderstorm. I love the way it smells.
Gardenias remind me of my grandmother and lilacs remind me of Colorado where I lived when I was little.
My younger brother was born premature when I was about six (which makes him 13 now, which makes him a total ass. . . thank God I don’t live at home) and whenever I smell kinda sweet rubber, it reminds me of the nipples on the bottles my mom used to feed him. Not really a good feeling or a bad feeling. . .
I used to have a mad crush on this guy Jason who smelled so nice, and last month, a friend of bought just bought this new-to-him Honda Civic and when ever he does that thing where the cleaner comes up on his windshield, it smells exactly like Jason. The first time I was in my friend’s car and he did that, I was just totally blown away. It was my junior year of high school all over again.
Vasaline reminds me of a certian MPSIMS regular that has a wide gate in his walk…
Sometimes when I havent showered for a day or two and I go pee and smell my fingers… it smells like a woman!
::runs away arms flailing like a monkey::
my family owns a vineyard in california, and i grew up spending august with the smell of crushed grapes and red dirt. that smell always makes me feel nine years old and frolicking in the vineyard.
my mom wears cartier perfume only on special occasions; if i catch a bit of it, i always get a little homesick.
The smell of Cheerios reminds me of Mom,
The smell of horseradish sauce reminds me of Dad.
I don’t use either, so the memory has never dulled.
When I travel, to save space I shave with soap. At home, I use gel. This morning I ran out of shaving gel so I pulled out my soap. As soon as I smelled it, I was transported back to London. Every day, I smelled that soap as I was standing in front of a tiny mirror in a shoddy hostel, getting ready to hit the streets and browse that wonderful city.
It amazes me that smells can bring back such strong memories. Wow.
My grandmother, who I loved dearly, smoked Pall Mall cigarettes like they were going to stop making the damn things in 5 minutes. Surprisingly, neither she nor her apartment had the stale cigarette smoke odor normally associated with chain smokers. Instead, it was kind of a spicy, woodsy smell and was very distinct. At Christmas time Grandma Ruby never put tags on her gifts, you could tell that they came from her just by the smell. Damn I miss her.
Salty ocean/fish smell, still-warm sand, burning wood, seaweed, melting chocolate, oozing marshmallows… (sounds are coming in too: pop of the fire, rush of the wave, splash of fishies in a bucket)… all remind me of grunion runs I used to go on as a kid.