Happy memories!
I remember the smell of my Grandads work garage, a mix of petrol (gas) wooden ladders and soap. He owned a commercial window cleaning company that used to clean all the big shop windows in town every morning before they opened, all the schools and even at one time the windows at Windsor Castle. He had a fleet of red vans and a massive garage at the bottom of the garden of his office which was in fact the house my mum spent the first few years of her life living in. I spent many a happy hour in the office which was very victorian, my "aunty" Joan, my grandads spinster secretary, book-keeper and everything else (who worked for him from WWII until the business closed when my grandad hit 94, she was hopelessly in love with my grandad) sat behind a massive old typewriter at a tall counter, invoices on a metal spike and a hatch through the wall where the men were despatched to their jobs through. It still only had an outside toilet out the back door and down the garden path a was. It was about halfway between my primary (elementary) school and home so we walked past it every day and would often go in to say hello if my grandads White van was outside (the gaffer drove a white one rather than red like the rest of the fleet!)
Happy days.