One of the simultaneously serious, funny and alas, true, essays I have read in years. Megan Daum writes in the Los Angeles times about perfumes for men including those in the scent of Burger King Whoppers, aged cheese and even one that is said to smell of blood, sweat and semen.
For my money best line in the essay is Daum's comment that "…there's often a fine line between the scent of a Whopper and the scent of an unshowered teenage hockey player".
You must read this one. http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/la- ... 503.column
