Cherry flavored pipe tobacco smoke.

Broiled chicken, cinnamon and sweet potatoes, roses (from the flower garden), Prince Albert pipe tobacco.

my grandma's handlotion.

Dust. When I first read this question I thought it said "What door reminds you of your grandparents??" Maybe I need glasses......

Dannemann Cigarillos and 4711 Eau de Cologne

Lavender and pipe tobacco smoke and freshly baked scones.

Manicotti

What a great question, Sweet T. When I was very young, we lived in Detroit Michigan and my grandpa had a woodworking shop..he was quite a craftsman. I remember the smell of wood shavings..I love that smell to this day because it reminds of my grandfather. As for my grandmother, the smell of nutmeg..she was a fantastic cook/baker and she'd make luscious pastries with a hint of nutmeg..so nutmeg reminds me of my grandmother! :) Happy Monday! :) ((hugs))

Oh faraway perfume oh my granny wears this tghe smell reminds me all the time!

On one side, fresh baked cakes and lilacs. On the other side of the family lysol trying to cover booze and urine.

Lavender reminds me of my grandma.

There are so many, and basically food related as my grandmother always cooked and made me lunch, but on top of all, I would have to say Margarine as she always cooked with it and blueberries, she made blueberry muffins a lot. My grandpa loved them

Old roses

The smell of Camel cigarettes reminds me of my grandfather. Smoked like a fiend. Would stock up on Camels to take back to Belgium. Hated filters. He was very hard to get close to as he just smelled so bad.

the elvator in my apartment has the same odor of the one where my grandparents used to live

Chicken and dumplings and the smell of a coffee pot brewing. Ahhh...

I'm going to recycle one of my old answers: Coffee. My first memories of coffee are from when I was very young. We often had occasion to stay with my grandparents in Idaho. Coffee for me represents security, warmth, love, and belonging. Several times when we stayed, we were experiencing a blizzard. Grandmother's house was over 100 years old, Constructed of 3' thick lava rock walls holding a very steep cedar shake roof. We would sleep upstairs in long abandoned, but very well kept rooms containing many items from my mother's youth. Most notable were the cedar scented quilts stored in the hope chest that we children would pile on the bed and disappear under for warmth. Before daybreak, with a blizzard howling outside and delivering 2 feet of snow, Grandmother would start stirring on the floor below. First you would hear the percolator making sounds like someone snuffing their nose... The sound alone would excite you, because it meant that that sweet woman who created your mother was about to receive you. Then the smell of dark roasted coffee would waft up through the house and infiltrate the room. Despite the dangerous storm, I always felt safe and at home, because you knew the smell meant that you could run down the stairs and sit on her lap. The smell of coffee meant that you were going to receive a special audience with the family matriarch, who was going to hold you, feed you, keep you safe, and have a conversation with you that made you feel special and grown up. My grandmother has long gone to heaven. If she were here today, I would find it impossible to sit on her lap take comfort from her because I have grown way too large. I don't have to miss it though... The smell of coffee puts me there.

Menthol cigarettes for grandma, and greasy hair for grandpa. Not great smells, but they make me happy still. I also associate foods with them both. Gradpa is Penguin biscuits, grandma is square crisps

I used to call one of my grandparent's "Grandpa Cigar".... enough said :)

My grandmother's home had the constant aroma of mothballs. I don't remember my three other grandparents, one died before I was born and the other 2 when I was a pre-schooler.

Dead fish

rotting fish grandma doesn't bathe

Bacon and coffee early in the morning. The smell of grease or oil when I was helping my Grandpa work on an engine.

My maternal grandparents: menthol, horses and hay, and rose perfume. My paternal grandparents: old spice, amber, fresh green onions, and oiled dirt.

"I smell death on you." - Stewie Griffin.

Apple Struddle makes me think of my Mom's mom and the scent of cardboard makes me think of her dad because he did jiggsaw puzzles up to the time he passed away, he actually passed away suddenly while he was doing a jigsaw puzzle. :( My dad's dad had shelties so any dog smell makes me think of him, my dad's mom was a smoker so cigarette smoke makes me think of her.

Moth balls.

Cedar

Every time I smell a musty basement. On hot summer days as kids we used to go to the cellar and cool off. Every time I smell it brings back childhood memories at my grandmas. Also the smell of tide.

Old Spice and boiled hotdogs.

Paraffine

Freshly made pikelets.

urine!

Hatred sulpher and moth balls....

Don't know they died before I got here.

Stale pee LMAO (cue the downrates)

mothballs...hahahaha for real

Sauerkraut reminds me of my grandma.

Worthers Originals and Gin.

motor oil and weed

GERMAN CHOCOLATE CAKE

vitamens

The odors in the kitchen. My grandmother was an awesome cook.

roast dinner with minted pototes. I caught a similar smell wafting from a strangers house the other day and it totally stopped me in my tracks and even brought a lump to my throat.

mouldy clothes :-(