Handbags   (The sad, the bad and the ugly. Non-productive stuff here.)

First place I remember encountering said smell, was A in M Carnegie Library.

Then again, Wigan Tech. But only the Library Street Building, Not Parson's Walk.

Next, the UMIST's Sackville Street Building in Manchester.

Then, frequently in older public buildings in London.

And after all that, many decades have now come to pass, without me ever again encountering this aroma once again.

I guess it is the smell which emanates from many years of furniture/floor polish being rubbed into woodwork. Maybe wood no longer gets this sort of treatment.

I know it would be one of those moments identified by Proust, should I ever again encounter this smell, as just recollecting has a Proustian quality.