The other day I was telling a friend of mine how surprised I was my fingerless, leather motorcycle gloves didn't really smell that bad. Just still smelled like leather to me. This is considering they've seen 15 thousand miles that included much of Mexico and the Baja. And, have been frequently soaked in sweat, taco juice, you name it.
I asked her to take a big sniff and she said agreed they didn't smell "bad"... just that they smelled like flesh, gasoline, "man sweat", and oil. Kinda made me wonder if these old beat up gloves could be a metaphor for something? Or, perhaps my old nose just don't work no more and I should consider giving up cigarettes. ;-)