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It's weird... I have extremely strong scent connection memory. I dated a guy once, gods, we were in high school. Gary smelled absolutely incredible. A very crisp, clean scent, very much a part of who he was. He always insisted he didn't wear cologne, and honestly, the way his scent never changed confirmed that, and he had no clue what it was that made him smell so wonderful to me. We eventually broke up, and I haven't seen him in years (he lives in Germany).
I have the fondest memories of all of the men I've dated who've had a "signature" scent, and 90% of those didn't wear cologne. A whiff of something similar will bring me to a standstill, nose in the air, searching for whomever is possessed of the memory evoking scent.
Recently, while helping a friend out, I dashed to the airport to pick up her brothers when they arrived for her wedding. Having met them both before, I got hugs from both... and I nearly burst into tears at the airport. One of the boys smelled almost exactly like Gary. Poor Graham, he had no clue, lol.... and he was a great sport. He came to me later and gave me a list of "scented" items he wore, one of which was a deodorant that I distinctly remember Gary wearing, one of the few on the market which haven't changed in a million years, lol. His chemical makeup, plus that particular deodorant combined to make him wake up those memory receptors in my brain, for which I am eternally grateful.
Anyway.... I like a man who smells like... himself. *shrugs*
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