I live in a hostel, and get my linen changed once a week. Since I have a good relationship with the manager, she tells me how it is without any resistance.
>Bernd, your room smells like dead animals
Huehue, and I kept playing some improvisation jazz, but it got me wondering how our own pheromones impregnate our belongings. Truth be told, I rather enjoy smelling and having a room smell like me. It brings me comfort that can't be bought.
I also suspect my ketogenic diet is the major reason why I foul up everywhere I go, and I'm damn proud of it.