l’air du…what?!

A few weeks ago I tested Tauer’s L’air du desert marocain.  After work I dabbed a bit on as I went about my evening chores and left for dinner.  In the car,  and again at a store, my sweetiepie accused me of…breaking wind.  I hadn’t, either time.  Then, as he came by my room (where the Tauer was first applied and where the vial was in repose) he accused me again (falsely) of smelly gas.  Alas, I had suspected and this confirmed it – it was the perfume.  Funny?  When I had him smell my wrist, he agreed that was the scent he had sensed,  but it didn’t smell like farts, up close.  Um, yay.