I smell horse.

To clarify (thank you, Chrissy) - horse as in ’stable’ not as in ‘cooked’.

I wouldn’t normally make a post about something like this, but it’s overwhelming. I keep smelling my sweater thinking maybe I wore it riding over the summer and never washed it? It’s not really possible as TX summers don’t warrant sweaters and I totally would have washed it. I can’t figure it out and it’s driving me batty.

Horse. Stable. Hay. Dirt.

It’s unmistakable.