Imagine, boys named Forsyth "Jughead" Jones who stink just right like a McDonalds kitchen. A nice sweaty, oily french fry-esque aroma that tickles the primal part of the brain. His natural steamy pheromones that can change to smell like sizzling beef and get everyone asking "Who's cookin?" and get Pops jealous. Eau d'Jughead can be smelled everywhere he goes, from his armpits to his face to head to toe, you name it as long as it's got that mind-numbing association with fast food that gets everyone intoxicated even when they can't see any fast food.