Smell you later

So I was riding the bus and this lady's perfume was incredibly strong.  I mean REALLY strong. So strong that I can't remember anything else that happened on the bus other than this smell. My eyes were burning, my throat was dry and itchy and I had trouble breathing.  This smell was so strong I could hear how funky it was.  Dang, lady, did you store your perfume in a bucket  in the closet, reach for it and spill the whole thing on you?  I watched as this guy got up to get off the bus.  I secretly wished that was me but I had to endure further.  Wait a second.  The smell is gone.  It wasn't the lady behind me.  It was the DUDE in front of me.  WTF?!?!  That still doesn't explain the whiffs of rotten crotch I was getting while he was on the bus which left with him as well.  I guess it was bubonic balls I was smelling.