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I'm not big on scent: I keep clean, of course (lest a funk akin to curried goat arise) but it's fragrance-free bar soap, anti-perspirant and laundry detergent. So: to my base scent add soap, aluminum chloride, witch hazel, and fresh air.
The rest varies with day, time and situation. My breath generally smells of either coffee (which makes Claire squirm when I kiss her) or peppermint. At dinnertime last night I stank of fresh-cut grass, gasoline, and the sweat of honest labor: the baby wanted nothing to do with me.
When I'm cleaned-up and freshly-shaved, I may add a splash of bay rum, dotted onto the pulse points: but I'm really none too keen on cologne or perfume, on either myself or the opposite sex. Like cosmetics, it is too often applied inexpertly and in inordinate amounts.
I like the smell of humans: why mess with a good thing?
Poor Tom Coates—what he misses out on, having no sense of smell... |
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