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The other day, I woke up in the morning and urinated. I do this all the time, so it’s nothing new - I’m rather good at it, in fact. What made this day special is that my urine had an unusual fragrance: a musky, manly, yet not unpleasant smell. This was the kind of smell you could use to mark your territory and think to yourself “Damn, I’m smooth!”.

Then I went about my business for the rest of the day, and urinated just before going to bed. Again, an unusual fragrance; this time it had an even stranger smell. It had a distinct citrus aroma, a “fresh, clean scent”. I know, this sounds odd, but it’s true. I had eaten a lot of York Peppermint Patties during the day, and very little else - maybe there’s a connection.

If I were a marketing guru selling different urine formulas, I would have sold the morning scent as “Musk”, and the evening scent as “Cool Breeze”, or maybe “Lemon Grove”…
…or better yet, “Lemon Groove”.