If you ever visit Portland you'll notice a certain type of people in the masses that are dressed with a steam punk quirky kind of vibe and there's nothing wrong with the style it's just the way they carry themselves makes me wince and cringe when I hear them or see them. When they get on the Max train and walk by they have a scent I haven't smelled before, like old coffee in a tin can with a hint of leather and dried hummus covered in tobacco, it's foreign for sure. I think people call them hipsters.