Sniffing the floss

i have been sniffing the floss lately, at the reccommendation of some certain young men, and to be honest i still don't see the point. it doesn't smell like anything except dental floss, maybe a hint of breath (although i can't speak for other peoples' floss residue), and seems like a rather unrewarding excercise. sure, flossing is often a satisfying activity. sliding a waxed piece of cotton down into the crevasses between your second and third molars and hooking out an unidentifyable piece of undigested food can be invigorating, especially when you can tell that the chunk is in fact a remnant of the steak you had for dinner. now why i ask you, WHY would you want to then ruin this experience by sniffing this morsel that should have been swallowed, along with the rest of your dinner? do you sniff the bogeys that you pick out of your nose? do you sniff the dandruff that gets stuck under your nails when you scratch your head? the earwax from the depths of your ears? the sleep from your eyes? the dirt from under your fingernails, the fluff from your belly button or the cheese from between your toes? i should hope not. if you do you must be pretty weird.