Before you do such a silly, hypothetical sort of thing, you pick up the clothing.
It smells like it would've smelled like lavenders. The kind of thing that would've been naturally smelling, causing the price to go sky high, which is because its opposite would've been chemical flavouring. Which is kinda why you can still smell the lavender, it's not one of those fake flavours, and so the flowers are still there. And it only smells like it would smell like it because you've had it hanging on your rack for quite a long time and so the scent has faded.
A normal human, one that hadn't had to live in the wild off of meet and in threat of predators every day, would've not been able to smell the faded lavender, but you can. That's part of the reason you think you're superior to everyone else, you have physical parts of you that perform better than the next leading human. Now, not to make this a race thing, but you think you could take on at least 75% of the monsters in a 1-on-1 battle. I mean, what kind of wrestling moves could fucking, Syb, do against you? See, exactly, your distaste for everyone is justified, everything sucks, and we will all die in the end. Very mature of you. But maybe it's more than that, maybe there's something about you that is psychologically messed up, and would take several intense sessions of therapy to uncover what's wrong...