My flavor...?

So today, right after I get in the door and while I am staring at the coffee cup on my desk and anticipating the sweet liquid which will get me through the day, I hear:

...グラント先生です(...is Grant-sensei)

I turn my head sideways to see the two 6th grade teachers striding towards me, deep in conversation. I start to turn to face them, but they both move close to me in a way that makes it so I can't face them, but I continue to twist my head left and right in the vague hope that they'll notice that I want to face them(to no avail). The male teacher starts with this:

Male Teacher: It's Grant-sensei's... flavor.
Me:A favor? (Perfectly cromulent as I had just asked to used the computer room.)
Female Teacher: Grant's sensei's... favorite... song? (Perfectly cromulent because today's class was on my favorite song)
MT: No, no. His flavor.
Me: *Sigh, this has long day written all over it* My flavor? 味？
Male Teacher: Oh, no. グラント先生の香り. (Grant sensei's good smell)
Me: My smell? What??
MT: もういいや。(Ah, nevermind)
Me: ...わかんない。(I have no idea what's going on)

And they walk away. I eventually realized that they were probably talking about the commonly held belief that you can tell that I've arrived at school/entered a room because the hair grease I use is very fragrant (to Japanese people). Also, the reason they wouldn't face me was so they could take in my... flavor. I thought my students were just exagerating when they said I smelt like cookies...

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I was pleasantly surprisedly/horrified when my 6th grade students chose to learn to sing 'Kokomo' over 'Stand By Me'. Musically, I prefer the latter, but Kokomo is not as easy to sing as SbM so I appreciate their willingness to challenge themselves. Or, perhaps, they were too easily won over by the muppets singing 'Kokomo' to think clearly at the time.