Cousins Larry & Jerry (a young and foolish pair) were on a road trip. They made a midnight camp on a wide spot of a backroad, right over a swamp. Larry hogged all their remaining skeeter dope, and Jerry had none. What Jerry did have was the remains of a dead cigar. In desperation he lit the stub and smoked until it was gone. The skeets returned, as did the aforementioned desperation. With no alternatives, he turned off his mind and chewed the remains of the stinking butt to a toxic slurry of saliva, ash, and tobacco juice. Then he spread the wretched mess over his skin and clothing, and went to sleep. In the morning, Jerry had 3 fresh mosquito bites. Larry had 92 bites ... on one arm. Jerry still sez you just gotta be smarter than a skeeter. They know that stuff's bad for them, so they stay away from it.
I have long suspected that throwing a package of tobacco in with the laundry's final rinse cycle might do well to augment whatever Cutters, Off, DEET, El Hemp-o Rop-o or El Stink-o Grande` one might use to send the little blighters away. Another idea I hope to try is to dry a couple of dedicated loads of laundry in the smoke from pure mesquite charcoal. It would produce a far better campfire ambiance than Avon Skin-So-Soft. When you find some stuff that works, toss your clothes in a plastic bag with a cachet of the stuff. Your cachet can be nothing more tha a pair of old socks saturated with the repellant of your choice. I have considered Parfum' De Skonk and Aromatic Cedar Oil ... the stuff that kills moths in cedar chests. . I'm pretty sure diesel wouldn't work.
One rotten trick played by logging crews was to wait until lunch time and amble among the crew on the downwind side of each, picking up their skeets in one's own leeward side. When all the skeets have been thus gathered, walk slowly past the marked man on the upwind side, shagging the whole crew's air squadrons off on him. It's a mean, juvenile trick. Don't do it.