Ill-fitting

At the theatre last evening, was seated next to a woman with an ill-fitting scent.  Every time she wiggled in her chair, she shook loose a whiff of whatever she was wearing, and it suited her not at all.  I didn’t realize that was possible.  It was raining buckets outside and I wanted to suggest she go stand in it and wash it all away.  I could not wait to be free of her environs.