It's an acquired taste, the rich, earthy odor of horse. And only horsemen and women can appreciate it. We rotate Harley's blankets, drying them out as needed by the woodstove. Therefore, the living room smells a bit like a barn. Not that I mind, nor does John. We're like two peas in a pod. Only yesterday, we put on our jackets, sniffed at the arms, and said simultaneously, "Smells like Harley." Too bad we can't bottle it--Parfum d'Harley
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