I don't think anyone's noticed yet, but today I smell like my garage (shown here). On the way out the door, I grabbed an otherwise clean, blue hooded sheatshirt (It says "Orlando"on it!) that's been hanging in the garage a couple weeks.
It's a combination of garage dust, oil and tires, which I think is a delicious, macho, he-man smell that Ralph Lauren should contact me about bottling if he really wants to make a buck or two. In the meantime, I think I'll put some more clothes out there!