RickCorey said:Hey, I never see that at department store perfume counters. "Eau de Garlic".

It may not come in a bottle, but I've certainly worn it a few times!

This is a trick a friend told me 30 years ago about how to get garlic odor off your hands or anywhere else it may be on you. I tried it & it works! Take anything stainless steel - it could be a colander, a butter knife, anything as long as it's stainless & you rub your hands on the stainless under cool running water. It will take the odor away.

hmmmm.
I may try that sometime, but I kind of like that smell on my hands.

flaflwrgrl said:This is a trick a friend told me 30 years ago about how to get garlic odor off your hands or anywhere else it may be on you. I tired it & it works! Take anything stainless steel - it could be a colander, a butter knife, anything as long as it's stainless & you rub your hands on the stainless under cool running water. It will take the odor away.

Yes, this absolutely works. I bought a stainless steel bar just for that purpose and leave it at the sink so it's always easy to reach. I usually just pick it up and then add soap to wash my hands, rubbing the stainless steel as I wash my hands .... odors disappear.

Sniffing that garlic aroma in my fingertips was half the fun ... well, 10% of the fun.

>> watching it happen would be cool.

Yeah! For the first 4-5 shakes, nothing happened. Then, in a blink, it was as if the clove cloned itself.

Cool.

I like to cook.
When I smell garlic on my fingers it reminds me that I DID cook recently.....

I don't mind the smell of it on my hands -- it reminds me of my mom who always had garlic odor on her hands but if I'm leaving the house & going to be around the general public I don't want to smell like a walking garlic.

When I was first introduced to roasted garlic, I had no idea what it does to the day after, so I ate the whole thing myself, spread on the lovely toasted slices of french bread.

I farted all day the next day and it took more than a day to stop "perfuming" my skin!
It was funny at first.
In the cab on the way to the theatre, not so much.

Yeah, for sure.

One day when traveling for the company, I had the Elephant Garlic appetizer, surrounded by many nice slices of raw REAL garlic. Munch, munch!

I think it was the real garlic that did the deed, not the EG or the blue-cheese-crusted steak.

But I woke up 6 times that night with stabbing gut pain that was relieved when I passed vast volumes of poison gas.

I think I violated the Geneva Protocol in the Hague Convention.