I’ll fully admit, I don’t often wash my towels. I have two reasons for that. First is, I keep my towels in a steady rotation so I’m generally rotating through approximately 3 or 4 at any given time. Second, I look at it like, they’re only being used after I’m done cleaning myself. So, in theory (and in practice, I’d argue), the only come in to contact with my clean body and then air dry afterwards.
Either way, how nice is it to be on the beginning of that laundry cycle? Or, better yet, at someone’s place where the towel you’ve been given is not only so fresh and so clean, but also is warm and thick…
The interesting thing about this feeling, far as I’m concerned, is that it’s incredibly fleeting. As soon as you start drying yourself off—frankly, as soon as you step out of the shower—it’s gone. You could argue it’s a more valuable feeling in the winter than in the summer, and I’d definitely hear that argument.
But, there are few things better than the scent/warmth/feeling/wrap of a nice, fresh towel out of the drier after a shower.
Or, bath if you’re that kind of weirdo.
Polar opposite feeling?: When your towel smells like mildew (aka college).