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The other day, the unthinkable happened. I was at a perfume shop, chatting with a sales assistant who at one point asked me to smell the wrist of her male colleague. I walked over to him, took a few sniffs and jerked my head back in surprise.

“What?” I said, “but… it can’t be!”

“It is,” she said.

I smelled again, utterly unable to comprehend why the pit of my stomach wasn’t threatening to turn itself inside out with revulsion. “Is it really?” I asked.

“Yes. Sécrétions Magnifiques.”

“No way!” I smelled again, and sure enough, that instantly recognisable metallic wrongness was easy to discern, but it was backed by a light, gentle floral note that somehow made the whole thing perfectly pleasant. I looked up at the wrist’s owner. “Well done! I didn’t think anyone would ever be able to pull that off. But it really works on you.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling. “I like it too.”

So there you go: don’t ever let anyone tell you that individual body chemistry is irrelevant!

Persolaise.


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8 thought on “Blood And Other Bodily Fluids? You Smell Wonderful, Dahling!”
  1. Sue, Secretions Magnifiques claims to contain notes designed to evoke all manner of bodily fluids, which is why it's become pretty infamous amongst perfume fans. I usually don't discern anything very specific in it, because I can't bear to smell it for longer than 1 second. But some people find it innocuously aquatic and floral.

  2. !!I KNEW IT!!

    SM smells like a sex crime scene to me (or, rather, what my imagination tells me a sex crime scene would smell like), but I keep running across blog commenters – all male, so far – who find it pleasant.

    It must be the skin chem. It must be.

  3. Wow, I can't believe it! LOL

    Sécretions Magnifiques is so disgusting that I can't imagine how it could work on someone's skin!
    It smells like a crime scene, bloody and dreadful!

    Oh my… just thinking of it and it's like I was actually smelling it right now U_U

    PD: I deleted my first comment. Too much spelling mistakes. Sorry!

  4. Museinwoodenshoes, I ABSOLUTELY do not find it pleasant on myself. In fact, I find it positively revolting. But there's at least one human body on the planet that makes the stuff smell half-decent.

    By the way, I should also point out that I don't find SM sexual at all… oh dear… what an unfortunate abbreviation…

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