The worst thing about it is not the smell - as a sailor I;'m used to the smell of seaweed and quite like it - but it's the fact that, once encased in all this muck, you can't move very well. So, in order to close the bedroom door (ok, I should have done that in the first place, but I thought I was alone....) you have to shuffle around very slowly and awkwardly. But the tighter it is, the more impurities are drawn out.
I think I may be developing the same sort of fetish your ex had? I tried tin foil once - not the same effect at all. I felt like a christmas turkey and it scratched a bit when I moved.