The blues are my game. A few nights ago, I went to a favorite club and came home smelling like an ashtray. This has happened before. My girlfriend was disgusted and didn’t hide her loathing. This should have been a warning, but frankly I was guilty. The smoke in the club is always intense, but I had been sitting for hours next to a heavy smoker and the odor permeated my clothes and hair. I had a great seat and didn’t dare get up and lose it to another. Too bad about the smell because the music was divine. I had really wanted to hear this band and nothing was going to challenge my enjoyment. I had a great time smoke-filled room and all and only one regret. My favorite concert t-shirt reeked. It was obvious that it had a story to tell. It is all about the blues for me and I needed to remedy the situation by finding a way to remove smoke odor from clothing. It isn’t easy when there is a strong lingering smell. I did what I had done before many times. It has become a regular protocol. I offer it to you in case you find yourself in a similar smoky boat.
I had given up hope that air out something will cure it of any smoke exposure. I washed the shirt the next day and promised my girlfriend to let her test it first before I put it on again. I ran it through a hot cycle with plenty of soap even though I was afraid it would shrink, a real risk that has destroyed many a good shirt. Cold water doesn’t cut it. In the dryer, I also added a deodorizing sheet containing a eucalyptus scent. I bought it in the drugstore at the recommendation of one of the clerks. I gave my vintage garment a double whammy treatment. I was afraid it would smell like a tree afterward, but it didn’t. It was very subtle and dissipated when it reached the air. My girlfriend gave her reluctant approval and off I went. After that, every time I mentioned going to a club where they smoked (they all do), she frowned. Why was I seeing someone with such a sensitive nose? I need to think this dilemma over and come to a decision. The blues versus the woman I love. Is there even a question?
The next time I went to that particular club, I wore a different shirt, one I could throw away if it didn’t respond to my deodorizing techniques. I am soon going to run out of options as my concert tees are off limits. I consider them to be souvenirs and collectors’ items. Because of this new girlfriend, I was bound to lose a lot of good t-shirts. If I wanted to keep her in my life, I would stock up on cheap ones at Costco.