Home.

To me, home smells like bedding and new books.

All the time I spend reading makes books smell like home... And my bedding smells so good. It smells like soap, and it always seems to have the lingering, perfumy, smell of my grandparent's house.

Both grandparents.

Home smells like my mothers delicous Shredded Beef Stew. Home smells like bananas and powdered-sugur-donuts. Home smells as crisp as snow, and as fresh as rain. Home smells like memories.