Today, the folks in another part of the office were freaking out due to a "strong smell" that would likely bother the women with the scent sensitivity. It turned out to be oatmeal, some agreed the scent of maple flavoured oat meal, being a food stuff, would probably not bother her, but her assistant was pretty sure it would. I went and got a cup of tea and never found out how that one panned out. I did want to walk in and say "look, it's been more than half a year. We are all aware of the issue and are being as sensitive as we can possibly be about this. Riding each other's asses now makes you the insensitive one now."
I am basically in the anti-smell camp. I never want to be alone in an elevator with someone I don't know and and smell her/his perfume/cologne. I am happy to smell something on someone's skin when my mouth is kissing it, or when I'm hugging them, but that's it. I'm talking intimate space here, or just slightly beyond in the "brushing-past-you-when-I-walk: space. Most of the stuff I smell on strangers or people I barely know just annoys me, and I'm willing to venture it's because it's too much of a good (or not so good) thing. If I don't want to see someone, I can look away, if I don't want to taste or touch someone- that's pretty easy to do, if I don't want to hear someone I can put on my iPod, but I have no choice in whether I have to smell someone or not, so I really long for common courtesy on that one, which is seriously lacking in many, many people. There are lots of etiquette skills we seem to learn when we're kids, but the" how much smell you should give off" lesson should be taught right up there with the whole "inside voice" lesson. I'm sure Linnea smells really nice because she's actually aware of the products she's using and how to use them properly. On the other hand I am pretty sure a guy yesterday who I had to smell from over 8 ft away was so unschooled. I'm sure he was wearing an expensive cologne because he was dressed in a well tailored suit and had the look of someone who really cared about status, but the amount of cologne he had on was the scent equivalent to standing 8 ft from me and shouting "HEY SUCK MY COCK!" at the top of his lungs.