I set the vase on the counter and... sniff ... sniff sniff... What's that smell? I pushed my face into the daisies and inhaled.
Wet dog. The flowers smell like a wet dog's fur. I was surprised. I had Dollar smell them and he agreed. Ugh. I brought the vase outside and the flowers are decorating the front porch. How did I ever not know that these flowers smell bad? Maybe when you're only dealing with one at a time while playing "He loves me, he loves me not..." you don't notice but with so many grouped together... Woof woof. Wet dog.