I live in a house that is 118 years old. It has had 6-7 owners. The master bedroom, which was added 40 years ago, is over the kitchen. Previously, this space was a lumber room or attic.
Every so often - probably at least a half dozen times a year - I wake up to the aroma of baking or cooking. It is often cinnamon toast, sometimes what smells like waffles or pancakes, or cake, or bread, or even bacon. Only two people live in the house and one - my husband - is usually snoring beside me when I wake up to these wonderful smells.
Sometimes, when he has fallen asleep on the sofa in the family room, I leave him there. If I wake up on those occasions, I alway think he's fixing a snack or an early breakfast. But he never is. He never smells what I smell.
There is no specific time of the year for these aromas. I think they happen a lot, but I only notice them if I happen to wake up when they are occurring. The last for maybe 30-40 seconds after I notice them, which seems to be when they are most intense, and then they fade until they are no longer noticeable.
Last night, I smelled buttery toast at 3:21 a.m. My husband did not.
About two months ago for the first time, I smelled baking AND a second odor - this one of fresh air and gasoline or oil. I was confused but something - don't ask me what - told me they were two protective spirits. I was afraid something had happened to my parents, but all was well with them.
There have been other incidents at my house, which I have briefly described in past posts. The scariest one is the sound of someone ascending the stairs in the front hallway.
But back to the aromas: I don't live near a bakery. The nearest one is two miles away. Our house is on a large piece of property on a corner and not near anyone's kitchen.
These aromas have been occurring for many years. At first I thought it was me, that my brain was short-wired or something, but I appear to be in excellent health.