But I still love the smells.
Today I squirted a little bit of pear and cucumber on my bosom after my shower.
The immediate scent in my chestal region was a blurred, sweet aroma; neither fish nor fowl.
After a few hours, though, the brilliant individual notes reasserted themselves, and I found my poitrine to smell of both cuke and pear, mellowed and matured. Fruit and veg. A veritable compote on my private hoo-hoos.
I have an exquisite orange cologne I can add to this if I'm feeling like ambrosia salad, but this is fine for now.