Standing next to my CharBroil with a grill mitt on. After having mowed the lawn. Offering you a cold brewski.
So how YOU doin’?
hmmmm…That doesn’t look right somehow. The offer’s for our delectable Struuter.
BTW; just an oven mitt. 
When I worked in a movie theatre I would come home smelling like fresh popcorn and (I was told) tasted like it and salty too.
My girlfriend at the time sure liked it.
From what I’ve been told, I apparently smell of old paper and incense. Sounds bizarre to me, but hey, I don’t mind those smells, so who am I to complain?
Old paper and incense. Sounds cool to me, we’ll keep you. Hope you didn’t have any plans for the rest of your life. Oh, welcome to the boards, Ganryu…that’s what I meant.
Salty men taste good? Is that what you’re telling me, Z? 
And Vestal I think the obvious question is, WHERE is this oven mitt? I need details, man! 
fuckin hippy
I worked for almost 3 years in a bagel store, and always smelled like an onion bagel by the end of my shift.
Diesel does it for me, too. My first boyfriend drove an old Mercedez-Benz that blasted out fogs of exhaust. Combine that with the scent of old leather seats … excuse me, I think I’ll go roam the parking lot.
F*ckin’ candy raver.
Hey, I think I smell like me, and occasionally Opium.(Not the drug.)
Well, it’s official. I smell good. While at work today, a man asked if it was me that smelled so good or the coffee.
I figured since I smelled like coffee the answer was fairly obvious, but I told him that it was me. He said I made the whole place smell good.
I’ll take that as a compliment. Only problem is it makes me crave coffee something fierce. Now all I need is some caramel and chocolate syrup and some steamed milk. Ouch, maybe not.
It makes me happy when I’ve been sitting around a campfire and have a faint smell of woodsmoke about my hair and clothes. Yummy. Also, my hubby sometimes smells faintly of his brand of cigars, which is nice. I hate it when it’s really strong (like when he’s actually smoking the damned things) but a faint smell of it is scrumptious.
On a side note, I almost never wear perfume or cologne, because my natural smell is much nicer than any artificial thing I can put on, both to myself and to my husband (who’s opinion really counts to me ) On the other hand, I can’t get him to stop wearing cologne, which I hate, hate, hate. Apparently my opinion doesn’t count for much there. 
Let’s just say that if encouraged, it could rise to the occasion!
My girls tell me they like the smell of my aftershave, which at the moment is Gilette ‘Cool Waves’ gel.
All I know is, good beer must combine with my body chemistry to give off some high-octane pheromones - every time I drink beer I get very well kissed.
Sad to say that cigars have the opposite effect. Pipe smoke not as much, though.
But diesel?!? I took a bus cross country years ago and after three days all I could smell was diesel. The ride back was just as bad. Still can’t stand the smell. It’s almost as bad as patchouli. 