Bacon on Sunday Mornings.

My Dunhill cologne contrasting with booze and strippers on a Sunday evening in a Reno Gentleman's club (not Vegas.)

Old Books in the basement ("stacks") of Widener Library in Harvard Yard.

Any early morning (5-6 am) in Ukiah Valley up in Mendocino county.

My Mother when she used to visit me in the hospital up to age 10...I was scared shitless most of the time, her scent made me feel safe.

(off topic) Nothing tastes as good as Ginger Ale after waking up from major surgery....