I have two sets of cardigans. Wool ones for winter and cotton ones for every other time of year. I have ten cardigans (two brown, three black, one red, one green, one pink, one cream, and one white) that I finally pulled out of my closet because winter is definitely over.
All ten cardigans smell faintly like bars I hung out in last summer. Stale cigarette smoke and beer and rum and dirt.
Friday night laundry!