I agree. I absolutely love the scent of a woman. That is, of course, unless, there’s more going on down there than there should be. The question itself made me think of Jim Carrey in ‘Me, Myself and Irene’.
Hank: “Vagiclean”, huh? Whats the matter, honey? Little extra cheese on the taco?
Mrs. Bittman: Excuse me?
Hank: No, excuse me. There’s no tag on this. [grabs the microphone] Price check on Vagiclean, Aisle 5. I repeat: price check on Vagiclean, Aisle 5. That’s Vagiclean. We’ve got a customer down here with a full-on fallopian fungus. She’s baking a loaf of bread and I think its sourdough. (sniffs loudly) Better put a rush on that.