How does a middle-aged guy tell a pretty young store clerk that [View all]

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she reeks?

She was alert, competent, organized, and pleasant: I had no complaint of her professional behavior -- she was quick and professional in our encounter

There was, however, a definite aroma about her that strongly tempted me to chant Om Shiva Shankara Hari Hari Ganga! -- although I somehow successfully resisted that particular temptation

I'm really not judgmental about this, since in my callow youth I incinerated herb with great regularity, a gram or so at a time, in amounts totaling some pounds annually. And I only quit when I decided that (1) I didn't have a great surplus of brain power to squander and (2) if I really wanted to be politically effective, some folk would look for any excuse whatsoever to shut me up and down

But leaving the store, I felt like I should have let her know that a certain pungent bouquet surrounded her person

I couldn't say anything, since the context was very public marketplace: it occurred to me later that I might have pantomimed a sniff and a nose-wrinkle and perhaps raised an eyebrow when she looked at me, but I'm not sure she would have understood that, and it might have simply come across as creepy

So -- what says teh Lounge on this delicate point of etiquette?