Riding the subway on the way back from the farmer's market I noticed that the train smelled really bad. I didn't see any smelly looking people in the car. Switched lines at Times Square and noticed that the 1 train was also stinky. Again there weren't any smelly looking people on board. It was then that I realized that I was the stinky person. More precisely it was the cheese I bought at the market that was the source of the smell. The cheese, spread on a chunk of rosemary bread, made for a tasty lunch.