Smells, and The Smelly

Let's see if you can figure out what's wrong with this sentence:

"That afternoon, Wilmer Valderrama, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt and smelling of the cologne DRAKKAR NOIR, was quite willing to discuss the women he has dated over the years..."

Seriously? I haven't smelled Drakkar Noir on a man since I went to see the first Batman movie with Eduardo Maldonado in eighth grade and he never spoke to me again because I wouldn't let him "totally tongue wrestle" me. To this day, I think if I smelled Drakkar Noir on a man passing by me on the street, I would instinctively kick him in the jimmies and call my mom to come pick me up, making the discomfort of walking around with that quarter in my slouch socks totally worth it.

Drakkar Noir. Please. What's next? Is Jessica Simpson going to walk around reeking of "Exclamation!", or perhaps "Charlie"? Although - I suppose anything would be better than the smell of her dad's "Old Spice" on the inside of her bra.

Maggie