On the Sceneroller team, we use the term "tasting the carne asada" to denote the emotional pull that certain sense memories hold. (The carne asada reference dates back to my days running the Che Underground blog for San Diego's early-'80s music underground; we discovered that a surefire way to get lots of comments was by asking readers to reminisce about their favorite foods back in the day.)
That's why we love the Museum of Endangered Sounds, founded in January 2012 by Brendan Chilcutt "as a way to preserve the sounds made famous by my favorite old technologies and electronics equipment. For instance, the textured rattle and hum of a VHS tape being sucked into the womb of a 1983 JVC HR-7100 VCR."
"Imagine generations of children unacquainted with the chattering of angels lodged deep within the recesses of an old cathode ray tube TV," Chilcutt writes.