Reminds me of a true story involving a friend of mine. He went to a "Gentlemen's Evening" which got a little - how shall we say? - out of hand. As he staggered from the bus stop to his house he realised that his hands smelled of baby oil. As he walked down his drive he gave his hands a good rub on the leaves of his privet hedge and, for good measure, rubbed some on his face and neck as well. As he was crawling into bed his wife said, "And what time do you call this then?. Where have you been til now? Gawd! you smell of privet!"
To which he replied, "Thank goodness for that!"