Mine is lilacs, because there was a lilac bush at the bus stop that I used to wait at with my mom when I was a kid, it was my school bus stop and the public bus stop so we spent a lot of time on that corner and now when I smell lilacs I just immediately feel like a kid again.
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That’s a really nice memory. I also remember how the bushes would smell from when I was a kid in the garden.
Now my favourite smell is my wife, and I bet some of yours will now also be, “this guys wife”.
I also choose this guys wife
I thought this guy’s wife was a bit gamey, I actually prefer the fruity smell yours has,
I choose both your wives
Petrichor
I just Love it.
Lilacs are top five for me, too.
But my very favorite is the way my wife smells when she’s pregnant.
Star Jasmine (aka confederate jasmine, not a true jasmine). Reminds me of my time in San Jose where I saw them often. It has a lovely sweet smell that reminds me of nutmeg.
Orange blossoms. Everything “Orange blossom” scented just smells like perfumey oranges, nothing like actual orange blossoms. You can only smell them on the tree, this time of year.
To be in the middle of an orange orchard in full blossom is special.
go to spain, they have Fête du Citron - the fragrances overload the brain
Dawn in early Summer, in Nature. It is a mix of Petrichor, really fresh coldish air, wet grass and a hint of flowers.
Sunscreen and fresh cut grass. Reminds me of carefree days as a kid where everything was possible
When I was little my mom had an electric cookie press that made jet-puffed cookies. Why it was electric, and had to be plugged in, I have no idea. It was almost exclusively used to make Christmas cookies (trees, presents, snowmen, etc.) and the smell of the dough and the finished cookies was so unmistakable and unique that I cannot describe it exactly but can immediately recognize it decades later.
Another smell is the combination of coffee brewing and a classic American breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast being made by my grandparents. The kind of smell that instantly wakes you up and makes you stumble down the stairs half awake. I don’t ever drink coffee but the combined smell is intoxicating and always reminds me of them.
Pinyon juniper woodland after a violent hailstorm. The pulverized vegetation filling the clean mountain air with their volatile compounds. Tart resiny smells mingling with sweet floral sages combined with the earthy aroma of hummus and wet soil. It is petrichor turned up to eleven-thousand.
Gardenia flowers. Not the terrible candle or soap scents that try and fail to imitate it, but the actual live flowers.
The way my spouse and my children’s hair smells. It’s a clothes the eyes and hug them tight moment. Almost always help fight back the darkness.
A mix of lightly burnt motor oil and subway.
Almond scented pink public bathroom soap
My favorite smell is that of a well stocked spice store
