My grandma was born in 1951.
This means she was in her 20s during the 1970s. This concept didn't dawn on me.
Well whenever I walked through parking lots, and clubs I would smell scents and smells from incense and candles my Grandma would use when I was a small kid and I'd come over to stay the night.
Well when I was a teen she moved into to my my moms house. My mom came in one day and asked if I had started smoking weed because my grandma found a bag of roaches under the sink.
I told her no.
She said "I figured. It's probably hers and she just forgot."
Turns out my Grandma would light incense and candles to diffuse the smell of weed right before her grandkids came over to visit. The rest of my life I associate the light smell of weed with my Grandma's candles.
The smell of the deep southern Arizona desert during monsoon season. I spent most of my childhood there surrounded by the mystery of the landscape, and smelling the mix of drenched mesquite trees and warm concrete while the thunder and lightening rolled through the mountains. I lived in a quiet town and many times I would walk through the back alleys and splash my way through shin deep puddles, never seeing anyone else.
There really isn't anything quite like it that I've found. Southern Arizona is a very mysterious place and even though I hated living there I would give anything to be a kid again, smelling that smell.
Obviously this might sound weird for some but cat piss...
When my sister was 17 she got kicked out by my parents because she did too much shit (staying out late, drinking, not listening to my parents in general), she got her own place a few blocks from my parents house.
At this time I was around 8-9 years old and my parents fought a lot and when it got really scary I could go to my sisters place and hangout for awhile and it became my safe space. It always smelled like cat piss because, you know, she had a cat and she didn't give a shit about cleaning up after it I guess.
Sometimes when I get a whiff of cat piss I get some sort of comfort for a moment...then after that moment has passed it just smells straight up awful.
Hose water. It has a distinct smell to it.
Just something about it always takes me back to childhood and playing with the hose in the yard.
I have kids now and every time we use the hose outside I always make sure to get a nice whiff.
Probably not accurate to say _anyone_ else but when I was a kid my dad used to take me on rides on the San Francisco cable cars in the early morning or late at night when there was nobody else on them. Those were some of my favorite memories, I was (and still am) enamored with the old high-rise apartment neighborhoods on Russian and Nob Hills in the city, with their sweeping views of the bay and mysterious tendrils of fog wrapping around, selectively revealing and cloaking the city from view.
Those old cable cars have these wooden blocks for brake pads and when the gripman applies the brakes it creates this kind of lovely wooden varnish smell that I've never smelled anywhere else, and to this day when I ride a cable car and smell that smell I get transported back to the late evenings on Russian Hill listening to the croon of the fog horn and the clang of the bell and watching the lighthouse beam from Alcatraz sweep its methodical beacon across the bay waters with my dad.
A certain washing powder for clothes. It's how my granddad used to smell.
Freshly cut wood (like at Home Depot) always makes me think offs my Dad. He was a carpenter and I only saw him every second weekend. Saturday was spent at whatever reno he was doing.
More than once the tears appeared in the 2x4 aisle.
Sunshine, sweat, and dirt you'd smell on your arms as a kid when you played outside at the park or recess.
The smell of Halloween masks makes me feel like a scared kid again. Just learned that today.
How forests smell. I don't know how else to describe it, but my grandmother lives on a backroad and she is surrounded by forest and when I'm there that's all I ever smell
Sandalwood reminds me of smoking pot. I used to burn sandalwood incense to mask the smell.
The smell of gasoline. I loved it as a kid and it reminds me of childhood.
I'm sure I'm not the only one
90 weight gear oil and unburnt hydrocarbons (diesel) take me back to when I was working on big rig trucks in my early 20s over a decade ago. Not a great smell, but a significant one for me at least.
Sawdust. I love the smell of sawdust. My dad use to work at a plywood plant in my hometown. I'd remember him and his truck would be covered in a thin layer of sawdust and she he came home I'd run outside and give him a hug.
The smell of the forest after rain. The damp, slightly molding under brush and cool air. It brings back memories of running through the wood with my best friends when I was little.
That smell that ladybugs have always bring me back to the house I lived in when I was 6. Reason is that we got an infestation of them in this giant vase thing my mom had with fake plants in it. And the smell of them was *really* strong. I didn't think it was unpleasant, just distinctive. So now ladybug smell = that house.
Moth balls. Hide and seek in grandmas closet when I was little.
Black Kiwi Shoe Polish and Jet Fuel.
I am a Navy Brat and those scents send me back to base housing, 25 years ago.