The smell of my couch reminds me of all the times my family used to stay at our aunt's house and how I'd videogamemaxx and play with their cool toys with my cousins in their basement. And how I'd fall asleep on the couch after we exhausted ourselves running around. We'd also play hide and seek and it also made me distinctly remember the smell of the carpet while I was hiding, and also listening by putting our ears into the vents on the ground to see if we could hear anyone walking around in the basement. That was a long time ago, before my incel phenotype showed up during puberty. Good times man.
