Some people are very picky about things. I usually just roll with it. My husband...doesn't.
I'll give you an example.
This morning I was doing laundry. I discovered that I was out of our regular laundry detergent so all I had left was the Purex Baby detergent.
I thought that stuff was pretty heavily scented when I first bought it (before Monkey was born) so I never really used very much.
I realized that Monkey was pretty much out of clean clothes that actually fit so if I didn't do laundry, I'd be cramming her back into her 6-12 month sleepers which she outgrew months ago.
So into the wash went the sleepers, onesies, socks and pants. I still had tonnes of space in the washing machine. I don't like to be inefficient so I tossed in husband's underwear, socks and a couple of his shirts and away the laundry went.
Husband put on a freshly laundered shirt this afternoon and freaked out that he 'smelled like an infant.'
Apparently men have a strong preference for smelling like sweat, horses, and Old Spice to something that came out of a bottle with a cow jumping over the moon. Who knew?