So, I am a smell person. I experience very strong nostalgia from certain smells. LJ doesn't get it but that's ok. It's one of my charms. :)
I picked up the best jasmine oil the other day. Auracacia jasmine in jojoba. A few drops shaken with some Epsom salts makes for a nice bath. Mom has jasmine planted all around the house. I planted star jasmine at the old place, and still need to put some in at the new house. Heavenly smell. Smells like summer, childhood, and home. Makes me think of crickets, freshly mown grass, and playing hide and seek in the dark at the ranch.
Lilac, lemon blossoms, horses, and saddle soap also smell like home. Yardley lavender soap, gardenias, and eucalyptus remind me of grandma and her ranch. Crepes, maple syrup, and sage remind me of Ceska, my mom's nana. Old Spice, burnt metal, and PVC pipe glue are dad smells. Racing fuel and burnt rubber take me back to nights at the Redding drag strip. Pigs smell like softball practice (our field was next to the ag barn). The fair smells like the horse shows we went to when I was a kid. Cow manure isn't an offensive scent, as I grew up between two dairies. When pig and cow manure have positive connotations, it puts a whole new spin on aromatherapy, don't ya think?