I love it, but there are times when it's a bit much. Right after we were first married we were living in apartment housing at Fort Knox and you had to share a kitchen with an apartment on the other side. the door locked from your side so you had to keep all of your food and dishes in the apartment and take them in the kitchen to use. The refrigerator was in the bedroom.
We used to buy pizza at a place on post that had a LOT of garlic and I loved it. But when we saved leftovers in the fridge and my husband would get up at 5 am and open the door to get the milk out the smell of garlic would nearly knock you out of bed.
5AM is a little early for garlic pizza.... in your bedroom.
