What with the weather being what it has been for the past couple of weeks, the bedroom window is constantly open. Sometimes I’ll catch a whiff of cigarette smoke in my bedroom. It drifts in if a smoker pauses by my window. Well, I thought it was smoke. I kept catching a whiff of something a bit smokey. No, a bit after-shavey.
And every time I shifted in bed, I’d smell it again.
It’s me. Or rather, my new liquid shower soap scented with patchouli and sandalwood. That last is just musky enough to confuse my nose. And it is also one reason I got a really good laugh from this tongue-in-cheek exploration in gender differences in personal hygiene: