When a human snorfs my fur, they can smell a blend of kitty litter ripened with fabric softener from my blanky, mixed with dashes of Tuna-laced saliva and a peppering of dog snot.
Now Macy, on the other hand, sports a much stronger poopourri (heh) due to her own unique, uh... "flavors." With Macy dere's the instant lingering of hairball medicine dat's pungent but not too powerful for the palate. Dere seems to be a dash of baby powder and a hint of savory dirt.
I happen to be an '03 vintage, while Macy is an '04. As you can see, I clearly smell better than she does.
So in conclooshun, I have decided dat kitties are like fine wine; they just get better with age. No matter how stinky we get.