It has only be recently that I've acknowledged the power of scent in sexual relations.

I don't know if it's just me, but post-coitus, I carry around the scent of my partner for the rest of the day, maybe two. And that's with a shower, of course. Every smell is different. It's like a fingerprint. Some have been delightful, some have been... ripe.

Most of the time, though, I love the smell. I find it arousing, somehow. Maybe it's the lingering pheremones? They are powerful things, those pheremones.

Now, more than ever, I've really tuned into the scents around me. MW is the best smelling man I've ever known. Not only because of the man-made scents he's faithful to, but I've noticed I have a radar for his smell. When I come home from a weekend, I'll guiltily smell my clothes.

I've just now realized that this all sounds kinda strange, huh?

Hm. Maybe I miss that smell so much because it's the one sense that can't be tricked. I can have pictures, phone calls, and giant stuffed gorillas to emulate it, but without those chemicals floating around, my brain just doesn't buy it.

I suppose that's why fragrances are such a dominant marketing tool. We all have certain smells that push different buttons in us. For me, it's Old Spice, and Peppermint.

And you?