Ok, but remember, you asked for it. One summer when I was probably around 9 or 10, my great-aunt took my sister and I with her to visit another great-aunt in GA. Before we left, she promised several of her friends and members of her Sunday School class that she would bring them back some fresh peaches from GA.
Now my aunt drove an OLD Buick with no air conditioning and it was the middle of the summer - read HOT, really HOT. On the way home, we had to stop at an orchard to pick all these peaches my aunt promised her friends. Because her budget was tight, we had to pick all of those peaches ourselves.
After several brutally hot hours in the orchard, we crammed the car full of the peaches and started home. We were hot and sweaty and covered with peach fuzz and containers of peaches were literally everywhere in the car - on our laps, in the floor, in the back window, you name it. So we rode for 6 hours miserable because we were hot and itchy and due to the quite pungent smell of peaches and my aunt's rather significant B.O.
To this day, I associate the two smells and cannot and will not eat a peach. Nor can I use any soap with a peach odor. My sister doesn't seem to have this problem, but she laughs whenever we are together and peach cobbler is on the menu.