Hussyred has just reminded me of something I never knew I always wanted to do until just now.
And you may, at this very particular moment, be wondering, UberMaus, what do you mean by this most ungramatically ungrammatic of utterances?
In which case, if it is the case, I rejoin: If I was the mad, mad, UberMaus of my UberDreams, which is manifestly not the case, then I would surreptitiously sniff the hair of strange women I encountered on my journeys, and record their probable shampoos of choice in the notebook I carry in my hip pocket.