Dive bars. The smell of mouldy wood and cheap whiskey mixed with cigarette smoke just takes me right to that special place in my mind that is associated with honkytonk and classic rock music.

Leather, for similar reasons (my dad had a leather guitar strap when I was a kid, which he still has on his 2004 Mexican Tele). Also that peculiar smell that comes from a tube-powered guitar amplifier.

Apples and apple juice.

That smell that permeates the air after the first frost of winter hits. It wasn't as prevalent in the South, now that I'm living back up North I'm looking forward to it.

Italian food in general.

Also, not to give tmi, but my S.O.'s body odor.