That kinda sulphury smell that refineries make. When I lived near Tulsa I used to love it when we drove past them.
The smell of a skunk, from a distance at least. I’ve never smelled one close enough for it to be unpleasant to me.
Semen, at least mine.
I don’t know what you call it, but the smell when it is below -10 (celcius) and just about to snow.
I’ve worked on or around Naval Air Stations for most of my 27 years with the Govt - The smell of jet exhaust in the early morning is the best. Gets me all nostalgic…
The musty, papery smell you get in used book stores and libraries. You don’t get the same smell from new books. (New books just smell OK, unless they’re on really cheap newsprint, then they smell like the Weekly Reader from gradeschool. That’s a good smell.)
-Rue.
A big-league ball game has a smell all it’s own. A mixture of grass, hot-dogs, beer and and a bunch of other stuff. Love it.
Whenever I smell skunk, I think back to smoking skunk-bud pot. Always a happy memory.
There are 3 womens perfumes that comepletely over-ride my ability to reason. If a woman wears any of the 3, I can refuse her nothing.
The smell of a CD when you first unwrap it
The smell of my Oma’s root cellar
The smell of old books at the library
My wife’s hair right after she dyes it (she loves the technocolored hair!)
My malamute’s fur coat in the winter
Sourkraut
Right after it rains in summer
Actually, none of these are really odd, I guess. It isn’t like I said something decomposing…although…
Put one more down for skunk. I’m so surprised to see it! Everyone else I know thinks I’m crazy for liking it.
And old books. Definitely old books. I have to smell them in private though; people look at you at little funny if you go around inhaling books in a used bookstore.
Burning coal on an fall day. I dunno why.
I’ll second the avgas smell. I love the smell of airports in general, actually. I could stand out on the ramp among the planes all day, sniffin’ that sweet airport smell.
I also love the smell that comes out of the Boston subway stations - a hint of ozone mixed with countless other interesting scents.
Gas stations, Tennis balls (only new ones, mind), and a certain type of archery arrow after it’s been shot.
That and a nice pine forest.
If people don't like this smell there's something wrong
with them.. ..you forgot the coconut tan lotion from
the ladies walking byThe music library stacks at the University of Cincinnati. You can smell Mozart a mile away.
Also, has anyone ever noticed that no matter where you go in the country, all Kmarts smell the same? Without fail. I don’t know if its the cleaning products they all use or the actual merchandise, but all Kmarts have a very distinct odor.
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The music library stacks at the University of Cincinnati. You can smell Mozart a mile away.
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That’s because he’s de-composing.
[Rimshot]
Steel Hex wrenches. I have a set on my desk now. Every once in a while I pick them up to smell them. It’s great. I’ve shared this with a few people – most can’t even smell them. Weird.
fresh coat of creosote oil on a rail road tie.
I’m not a pyromaniac (honest) but I’ve always loved the smell of petrol (gas) and petroleum products. Dunno why. I remember when I was just a little kid being with my father when he took the car the fill 'er up, and I loved the smell from then on. Hence I also like ‘firelighters’.
The other favourite has to be a fine Islay whisky, gently swirled in the glass and then allowed to fill me with its unique signature bouquet. Lagavulin would be my favourite.
Just cut grass. Just cut wood.
Add another vote for the pier.
My wife.
I can see that could require clarification. 
Ever since a head injury six months back in which my nose got broken and my sense of smell seriously munged almost everthing smells weird; most commonly a sort of half-burnt chemical-like tang.
Many things I like (coffee, etc) now smell weird. My wife, whom I love dearly, now smells weird. Life is unfair sometimes. 
Model engine fuel exaust (basicly alcohol, castor oil and nitro)
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My old apartment… smelled like Grandma’s house.
I lived in an older brick building for almost ten years (as she has for almost 70 years… she’s 93 and in a different building hours away). I would walk into my home every day and be reminded of Nena… my apartment smelled like her house when I was a kid. When my wife would cook for me and there’d be an onion sauteed or a garlicky lasagna baking, I could’ve about fallen to my knees.
Some days just a faint whiff, others the smell of mildew from the basement and aincent moth balls would hit my chest and actually want me to start looking around for her cat.
I’d instead find my own cat and she would have the same smell as Chung, a Saimese that’s probably been dead since 1977.
But I’ve since bought a house which smells like a Golden Retreiver and a wood stove. I miss my apartment but Nena is still quite alive :).
This holiday season I’ll bring my wife and dog to Nena’s house, lay on my back in her living room and breathe.
I like to smell Nena’s hair too. She’s so cute.