My favourite pheromone…
Within moments of topical application, even the shyest of mammals feverishly flock to ask…
Miss, what IS that(?)!
I often feel like I‘m Jean-Baptiste in the finale scene of Tom Tykwer’s Perfume.
Which always begs the question… why didn’t he ASK the women if he could collect their scents ¿!
If he leaned into being a gorgeous, quirky, educated young man rather than let his obsessions spook the dolls, it could’ve been a win win experience…
You get a custom perfume
and
I get a spa day (which in the 18th century couldn't have been very popular!!)