The peculiar mix of muddy lake and gas products (from the boat) reminds me of camping at the lake as a child.

The smell of fresh cut wild onions always makes me think of summer.

Cigarette smoke of various family members.

White Showers perfume- my great grandmother.

When I was a teen, I would give my Papa a cologne called "Pub". I still have his empty last bottle, but the smell is long gone out of it. I would buy a bottle of it if I found it just for that smell.