As I get older this fragrance becomes more and more repulsive.
Sometimes it is the faint aroma of poorly washed clothes, like someone left their laundry in the wash all day and decided to dry it anyways.
Other times it is death on a hot day and you can’t escape as it practically chokes your senses.
The perpetrators “nose blind” to the cloud that keeps their company.
All I can do is keep my nose clean.