Hawaiian Tropic smell reminded me of this song...

One of the boy's favorite songs-

The Dead Milkmen

My Many Smells

Sometimes I smell like a barrel of rotting fruit
Stinking up the jungle under the hot tropical sun
Other times I smell like think black swamp water
That's backed up into your toilet on a warm summer day
These are a few of my many smells
Won't you come and smell me?
Won't you share my stench?
Won't you come and smell me?
Won't you share my stench?
Sometimes I smell just like the bathroom
After Grandma's used it and she's been eating prunes.
Other times I smell like a city garbage strike
When all the horseflies grow to three inches long
These are a few of my many smells
Won't you come and smell me?
Won't you share my stench?
Won't you come and smell me?
Won't you share my stench?
Sometimes I smell just like death itself
A sickening sweet smell, I could really make you ill.
Smell me (x5)
See me
Hear me
Touch me
Smell me (x4)


While headed to the bathroom here at work, I was assaulted by the distinctive coconut oil suntan lotion smell of Hawaiian Tropic (HT).  Blegh.  Not one of my favorite (or many, ha!) smells;  I'm more of a Coppertone smell kinda gal.  The HT  reminded me of oil slicks on the surface of the neighborhood pool in the late 70's, early 80's, and the leathery, oily super-tanned women who used the product.  My mom, of course, never looked icky nor stunk of coconuts.  HT was not allowed in the pool at my parents' house.  I only remember the yicky oil slick action at their pool once, from Aunt Phyllis.  She apparently didn't get the memo.  :)

Interestingly, I'm not a fan of pina coladas or flavored coffees from the Flavia machine here at work.  The French Vanilla smells like coconut to me.  Ick.  Coincidence?  Maybe.