I was laying in bed a few nights ago and caught a whiff of my armpit. Something nice and comforting about it.
Petrol and nail polish are a bit marmite but I’m a fan. Oh marmite as well.
I certainly don’t “like” it but I would rather walk into a toilet cubicle and have it smell of poo than have it smell of air freshener.
nostalgic enjoyment of the mud/sweat/deep heat cocktail of a sunday league changing room