is it my perfume?

So went up to the city today for work. And had men tripping over themselves to help me out. A server at the Sheraton Palace Hotel (amazing glass ceiling) nearly pushing my co-workers out of the way to help me put my vest on (not even a coat, a vest!) and then the valet guy run to get us free bottles of water even though we said thanks we're fine. Even W who was with me was laughing saying must be your perfume. Fair enough I smile a lot and say thanks but even I was flummoxed. Must be eau de Irish ;-)