I’ll second the skunks! I used to live about a quarter-mile from a wooded strip along the train tracks. Lots of skunks and lots of inattentive dog-walkers, so I’d get a whiff almost every time the wind was right.
Vinegar is good too.
I like the smell of ink — not sniffed on the page, but the permeating smell of it when the presses are running. It reminds me of the years I was a reporter, and loved it.
Earwax. Unfortunately, it doesn’t taste nearly as good as it smells.
I like the smell of cigarette smoke. Not like the stale smell on your clothes after you go to a bar, that’s an unfortunate smell. But I like how it smells when someone is actually smoking one.
The nape of her neck.
Well, of course. But that’s not really weird, is it?
Newspapers.
I think Hong Kong has a unique smell… esp over near Causeway Bay… really can’t identify it tho.
Rosin fumes from solder (the kind at Radio Shack, at least when I got it there, which I don’t use anymore, the stuff I use now is different)
Ozone when produced by a high voltage point (including the feel of the ionized air “wind” blowing)
Burnt wood/paper (as when burned by a soldering iron, not actually on fire, same for the following)
Melted plastic (except for PVC (acrid) and especially acetal, which is best described as tear gas)
Various burnt electronic components
Metal (the smell when you touch metal like copper and iron, actually from body oils breaking down)
Permanent markers, including the kind used on whiteboards
The ozone-like smell during a thunderstorm
Skunks (when it is diffused throughout the air outside)
Man-smell in a damp Barbour.
The smell of car heat on a cold day, especially if you are standing outside the car and the person inside rolls down the window. The scent is divine.
Old paper money and old books.
Dry cleaners.
The smell of a man after he’s been working outside all day.
Chlorine / bleach, markers, eucalyptus, gummi savers, Latino guys, old books, the sun on a leather couch, my own scent, tiger balm.