Of all the nostalgia smells, Pub-stink must be the only one whose significance changes drastrically after having come of age.
Once upon a time, the musty mix of odours: ‘fresh smoke billowing over stale’; ‘beery air underpinned by auld-lad sweat and whiskey breath’ and ‘six month old crisps mashed into mouldy carpet’, would have meant one thing to me…
BORRRRRRRRRRING (but maybe a fanta and bag of crisps to last the first three minutes at least).
It’s mid-to-late teens when that scent’s meaning becomes inverted.
By age twenty, passing a public house evokes the complete opposite to the familiar childhood reaction, and lungfulls on the way to an evening class are savoured in fondness until class is dismissed.
The smell itself has changed a great deal since the smoking ban, but I doubt that will make any difference to the kids of today. They still feel the same stop-running-around-and-sit-down-and-be-quiet frustration now which pub-stink provokes (with or without smoke) and will still feel the same elated anticipation in years to come, when the odour is associated with more fun than they ever had indoors, getting that same smokeless, but musty booze whiff.