I've enjoyed reading this thread...
Sweat and leather (together)...my grandad worked hard as a rancher, and when he would come in the house at night the first thing he would say was, "Where's the baby?" and he would cradle me and put his hat over my head so that all I could smell was him, and all I could see was the light shining through the grommet holes. My earliest memory and my favorite.
Fresh baked bread and new shoes...those are the fragrances I associate with my mother during my childhood.
Wood smoke, sawdust, fresh-turned soil, Old Spice aftershave, Irish Spring soap...my stepdad who worked in a lumber mill, was a skilled carpenter, and loved to garden. He would wake me up in the middle of the night to see a meteor shower or the aurora borealis.
Linseed Oil and musty painting tools...remind me of the father I never knew who was an artist, a wandering sign painter, and amateur inventor.
The aroma of weak coffee always takes me back to the early conventions when they still served food.
~Merry (wondering how egocentric it would be to say that the scent of wild roses and Earl Grey tea makes me think of......me)