Not sure about you yet, Enosh!
Back in the days when I was roaming around hunting for food to feed my family, I would use fox urine or skunk musk to hide my scent. Sometimes, Enosh, a little bit of “Trollstink” comes wafting along from your direction, sort of like when deoderant fails you. I don’t want to be right, this time, Enosh, but I won’t ignore my instincts, or my sense of smell.
FReepmail.