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They converged on the same women, did they?
Hym "Yeah! See!? They DO have a scent! One that you can see! Russell knows! Ha! CORRECT AGAIN! What about that gymnast that people were losing their minds over? You need to get her, Tony's sister, and that whatever podcast Mary girl and test them for whatever that thing is. They have some similar feature and there's a gradient. Most people don't have any of it. So, the gymnast has the most of it, and then the sister, and then the podscast girl, right? And it isn't just phenotypic. You need to test them. Find out what that thing is. Make some kind of pill. An inhibitor, right? And it could be as simple as a high estrogen. But I don't think that's it. It's gotta be something else."
the ability or perception of smell.
the dog, using both scent and sight to its advantage
When something smells so good you just can't help but cum.
Sarah, your hair smelt so good, I think I'm scent cumming!
White rapper whose name is based on 50 Cent. Lays down some sick whiffs (riffs) when he can't have a cigarette.
Here comes Pissy Scent to lay down some sick whiffs.
Smells amazing and I use it every day
I use Lysol spray Japanese rain scent
Using various bath products of the same marketing line in order to avoid a conflict of scents.
I have the whole Old Spice: Swagger line. The shampoo, the soap, the deodorant, and the cologne. Complete and total scent synergy.
"Lions, when they are scent- flehmening you, are sniffing you extra extra hard, using what's called their 'vomeronasal organ,' or 'Jacobson's organ,' which is situated in the roof of their mouth. Lions pull their upper lips back hard in what's kown as a "Flehmen grimace," exposing their gums and baring their canine teeth as, open-mouthed, they then search the air around trying to detect the direction of the most concentrated scent of you and your own pheromones. Snakes, too (amongst lots of other animals) have a Jacobson's organ - and the evidence of when it's being used is when their tongues flicker in and out their mouths, testing the air around themselves for prey.
That's it, Mr Grumpy, you keep on scent-flehmening me, lips back and open-mouthed, just like your doing now. Take really really deep sniffs of me! It's me, Mimbi Jones. You know my pheromones. So, why don't you just scarper and leave me to get out this tree, so's I can run back home before Mum wakes up and comes into my room!"