Gasoline, man. Can't explain it.
My own farts. Even when I'm alone, I pretend to be disgusted. But really I love the stink my ass produces.
My ex's sweat. It smelled good. She would always think she was disgusting, but I found her natural aroma pleasant.
The smell of new Yu-Gi-Oh cards.
I used to buy them a lot as a kid. It's an unforgettable smell.
Rain on hot asphalt. The first time the heat comes on in the fall. Nearby campfires. A house cleaned with lemon-scented products, or when it's been aired out on a crisp day.
The smell of my rabbit. I sniff her all the time.
I love the smell of hardware stores for some reason
I feel like this is something I should be posting in a throwaway account because it's so freaky.
You know the smell you have when you're on your period? The smell every girl is terrified that other people smell because it's just a red flag that you're on your period? I think it's your body's pheromones rather than the period blood itself, but I still just. Like the smell. I don't know why. It feels weird to admit it.
I love the smell of my boyfriend's pillow, even if it's been a few months since he's washed it.
My dad used to be a construction worker. His van had a very recognizable smell of cement and various construction dirt. It was nice.
They don't have these anymore but VHS' in the old video rental stores in the huge plastic cases.
Tarmac when it's just been put on the road.
Freshly split Red Oak. Dear lord...
Cold cardboard. If you work in retail/food - walk into the freezers where they store food or have cardboard boxes...yaassss
A freshly opened can of tennis balls. It's how I knew my wife was the one because no one else ever shared my love of that scent.