It's kinda silly, but whenever I go to White Castle, the smell reminds me of a county fair. It reminds me of me and my brothers piling into the back of the station wagon, and Dad driving for hours, taking us all to the state fair.
@AbbeyRhode I don't know where White Castle is, but I know smalltown America and can imagine your excitement: looking forward to candyfloss, and hotdogs and rides: knowing you are safe, feeling loved, with Momma and Poppa to look after you! A lovely memory.XXXXX
wood fire, especially the smell it leaves in clothing, remind me of being at a festival I've been going to every summer since I was about 19 years old. the sound of a djembe drum also transports me there.
I can still bring to mind the smell of grandma’s pantry. Pantry I said! Nutmeg? Other spices maybe. Fresh bread. And grandad’s shed, the light oil he used on his hand push lawnmower.