I will add in Old Spice aftershave (been using it since I was about 16) and my gun cabinet (includes my great uncle’s 1954 made Winchester Model 12 shotgun).
The locker room makes me think of the dressing room at the Kingston Memorial Centre (1949 built where I played pickup hockey at for a number of winters) that had that lingering, distinctive smell as well as a shower that if you were in it when the Zamboni filled up after cleaning the ice, you’d get a sudden shot of really hot water on you when least expecting it.
I still buy hubby Old Spice. Reminds me of my daddy. The cigarette smell, I don’t miss,