Re: Conjuring
The smell of beeswax at the Children's Library which I frequented.
The smell of Californian Poppy which my mum used to love, even though it was cheap from the market, and she loved L'Aimant by Coty as well.
The smell of freshly mown grass.
Pipe tobacco which my darling Gordon smoked and even now, on occasion, I smell it, even when there's none in the room.
The smell of newly laid tarmac and, dare I say, fire lighters!