That's not the smell of white privilege, is it?
I've only had the privilege of new car smell twice in my life.
That factory-order '73 Duster 340 had new car smell all over it.
As did the Toyota I bought brand new thirty years later.
The dozens of cars that passed through my hands in between generally didn't.
You could still catch a whiff of new car smell in that '73 Trans Am SD 455. It had a mere 5000 clicks on it when I got her.
And the '77 Impala with the 350 4bbl that I bought as a dealer demo still had the smell.
But by and large, new car smell gets annihilated in short order by B.O., farts, smoke of all kinds, farts, spilled beer, more farts, wet dogs, and the perfume of the latest hottie you thought you'd impress with your new car.
By the way, that's a strategy that seldom worked, and when it did, you lived to regret it.
So it was a blast down memory lane when I stepped into my dear octogenarian father's new Dodge truck the other day to be enveloped by that new car smell!
Yup, the new car smell still smells the same!
Word of advice, Dad; avoid the hotties.