Oranges. When I was about 10, I spent an eight hour car ride with my mom and stepdad in the front seat, and my sister next to me. It was a hot and rainy July, which means extreme humidity and windows rolled up. My mom and stepdad were chain smokers. Sis ate two or three oranges over the eight hour ride, but since we drove straight through, the rinds were in a bag, right there next to me. There was no getting away from the smell. The only time I got out of the car over the eight hours was when they pulled over for me to be sick.
To this day I can't stand the smell. No orange cleaners, no orange juice, nothing. My DD loves oranges, so she peels them, takes the rinds out to the dumpster, then uses lemon cleaner on the counter. DD loves her momma. :-) Hubby uses this orange scented hand cleaner when he works on cars, he keeps it in the garage, and he washes the rags so I don't have to deal with it. He loves me too. :-)