Roasting turkey always brings me back to my childhood. I have great and happy memories the family Thanksgiving dinners with all my aunts and uncles, all of them are gone now, as well as a few of my cousins.
Baking bread and the smells of dinner being made. My family might have had a lot of problems but that all stopped for dinner as a family. It was the one time of day where things were peaceful.
The smell of warm asphalt pavement when the first rain comes
And the smelkl of the brown fiekld grass when the first rain xcomes.
Anything baking in the oven brings back memories
Chanel # 5 and Jungle Gardenia and the two women who wore them.
Horse manure, often smelt throughout summer when the farmers are muck spreading. It reminds me of when I use to ride horses which I loved, "best times."
Rose, essence of roses. When I first met my wife she was wearing that.
The scent of lavender brings back memories of the sachet packets my mom put in our dresser drawers.
Burning diesel from a running truck. It brings me back to when I spent my days riding shotgun in dump trucks and semis with my dad. Since we couldn't really afford child care and I was a "daddy's girl", my father would bring me to the excavating company with him every day.