I work with a guy that marinates in perfume.
One time, while the wife and myself were out poking around in a flea market, I caught a whiff of this terrible stench.
Two minutes later, I ran into the guy I work with TWO AISLES from where I smelled him.
There has got to be a happy medium between taking a bath in cologne, or, as HollywoodNeoCon coined yesterday, smelling like a pot roast.