Not deep heat but Wintergreen is the smell I recall from my rugby and football playing days.
Years ago I also recall smelling toffee whilst on the river below York. By far the most hunger making, after bacon, was the bakery at the bottom of our street. Every morning bar Sunday around 5 - 6 am!
Whilst at school, we had a kitchen that turned out wonderfull school dinners (possibly oxymoron for some). By 11am everyday you knew what was on the menu!