There was a period in my life where I had a major flower sniffing addiction. I would sniff every flower I’d pass by which led to lots of strange looks. Roses, violets, orchids, lilies, hyacinths and daisies. I’ve sniffed them all. Then I went to rehab in South-Africa and met Nout who was addicted to bum-sniffing. I’ve been sober for 3 years now, but Nout is still sniffing bum.