Sweat on Ice

I love the smell of frozen sweat.  I know it's a weird scent to find pleasing.  It's up there with gasoline and bleach.  But something there is just something about that hockey rink aroma that really does it for me.  Not sure if it's the undertones of aged perspiration escaping from the pads or the fresh sent of chilled testosterone I prefer.  Maybe it's how the two combine into a more complicated musk.  Regardless, when I step into the rink I inhale a big lungful as if I was one of those ladies in the laundry detergent commercials admiring their handiwork. If you could bottle the dirty hot scent up and sell it at cologne I'd probably buy it.  Can't be that far off considering this is on the market.