(Aromatic Rules According to the DPMystic)
Man, I'm the type of dude that will follow a scent of a passing woman just to taste her essence and imagine the aroma of her niceness. Basically, I love the way women smell.
Now, as humans we ALL have our own particular scent. Sometimes I think that we need to be a little forgiving with others... But what I'm getting at is that there are some whiffs that I just can't do. You know "whiffs" as in "Did I just smell that?" IE egg or a hint of funk.
I rant becuz pre-Aprilish I've had to absolutely cut one of my DPizMystic options. Basically, I couldn't get with her whiffs. No she ain't dirty. She mad cute. Intelligent. Big booty, no sour cream etc... But every now and then I'd catch a whiff.
Granted it may be my own mind fucking with me, but it's real in my head and it always fucks me up when I catch a whiff or even think that I might catch one. I'm not gonna go into great details about describing these "whiffs" and I can't say that I catch them often at all. It's just when I do, it fucks me up. That's all and it repels me like sour cream and head wraps.
So in conclusion, I gotta say I simply like my women to smell like:
- light oils (if you must)
- natural soap
- some aphrodisiac perfume (Nothing too heavy and nothing too synthetic. I'm kinda allergic to all that commercial stuff, so I like to keep it natural--please ladies).
Outside of my mysterious list of repulsive whiffs, I gotta add I hate the smell of patchouli. It reminds me of P-funk concerts filled with barefooted Hippies burning incense in the middle of the dance floor.
I gotta go throw up...
May the Verge be with you