Signs of a Clueless Husband

The conversation last night:

Hubby: Boy, whatever you’re cooking on your bench sure smells good! (A few oils & vinegars steeping in sealed jars.)

Me: Um … you shouldn’t be smelling anything off my bench. What does it smell like?

Hubby: Mmm. Piney, but not.

Me: Hello? Freshly-harvested bunches of Rosemary hanging?

Hubby: Oh.