Being a psych nerd, I found this article interesting.

All I give a crap about is THE SCENT OF A WOMAN. ooourr rraaaah.

between a psychologist and a proctologist

(if you get my drift)

"We want to be in a situation under maximum pressure, maximum intensity, and maximum danger. When it is shared with others, it provides a bond which is stronger than any tie that can exist."

Any phrenologists?

i don't know about the stinking part, but the smell of sunscreen gives me a ready woody. i suppose it's because when my wife and i were younger, we would spend time at the beach slathered down in sunscreen. she had looks and a shape that wouldn't quit, and when we got home we would shower together and do all the other little things that people in love would do. she gone now but i can still smell the sunscreen and it evokes favorable memories.