What’s that smell?
Until I figured out where the new scent was coming from, it drove me nuts. For hours. All day.
Then I figured it out. I bought new underarm deodorant last Sunday afternoon. Irish Spring, for those who really want to know and need to know the details or else it bothers them all day. For hours. Every time I raised my arms, put my hands behind my head to ponder, the oddly sweet aroma wafted through my nostrils.
I don’t think it’s a manly smell.