We have a linen closet that for a time in my childhood was emptied out and made to serve as the “Nintendo room”, containing an NES hooked up to an old Commodore 64 monitor. I still associate that fabric/crafty smell with 8-bit gaming.
I also love the smell of sun soaked dog fur.
Growing up my dad had a jar of orange oil at his workstation. It smelled great every time we visited him at that job.
When the wind blew the right way it would smell like cookies outside in the mornings. There was a cookie factory within noseshot. It was like an invisible treat.