Scent is something a little odd for me. I like the fact that it's the one thing that triggers memory with more clarity than any of our senses. And of course the frustration of placing a scent to a memory has plagued me too many times.
And there are those moments, when you get a whiff of someone's perfume or cologne and it's just bloody appealing. One hell of an impression.
For me nothing compares to the guy who smelled like bloody strawberries when I was in uni, who also happened to work in the same company as I did a few years back. Despite ending up being friends, the guys still smells like strawberries whenever we meet up. I don't care if his girlfriend gives me the evil eye. He smells like strawberries for crying out loud.
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