After sticking my nose in a few bags it became clear there were three distinct categories of smell: the not-really-smelling-of-anything-except-washing-powder, the drenched-in-aftershave, and the bloody-hell-have-you-never-considered-deodorant?...
"All the girls are too clean," one bloke complained. "Weren't the rules that you couldn't wash?" It turned out that he had provided one of the more potently "natural" offerings on the table.
April 1, 2014
"I'd cracked out a clean T, changed my bedding, and dutifully slept in it au naturel for three nights, without perfume."
"Even so, there wasn't much of an odour, but this is about pheromones, so I trusted there'd be a subtle allure to draw in the man of my dreams."