I used to go to Notre dame, just off West St in the early 70's. My memory smell is of the glue from the shoe shop I walked past every day after school. We used to buy our seggs to put on the bottom of our shoes to keep them from wearing out quickly. The nuns were not impressed!
Further down West St on a side road my grandad ran a building site and I would pop in and see him. So my other smell is concrete, plaster, sand etc.
In my later years it was all about the smell of alcohol as I queued for the crazy daisy and the limit.