What’s your favorite aroma memory?

My grandparents owned a well-known chain gas station & garage from 1933 to 1981 (grandad worked 6 days a week and was there open to close). Even though we didn’t live in the same town, I spent a lot of time hanging around the station when I’d visit because my grandmother was the bookkeeper so we’d go up there several times a week. Grandad sold tires, oil changes and general car repairs out of a large warehouse type building attached to the main gas station. The smell of new tires takes me straight back to the 60s/70s. Today, anytime I’ve had to get new tires, I’ve gone out into the shop just to inhale that sweet aroma of my childhood.