Body odor (n.) is unavoidable — the body is a stairway of odors, each joint a landing.
Body odor (n.) is sensual — we need underarm acidity to prepare our own lazy sense of smell for the heady pleasures of our lover’s body. It’s the sting of her breath that prepares us for the sweet smells of the rest of her, just as the tang of vinegar in a salad brings out all its secret aromas.
Body odor (n.) is a meal in itself; we can taste acid armpits just as much in our nose as in our mouth. We can smell it on our palate as much as in our nose.
Body odor (n.) is not appreciated — those who smell least, smell best.
Body odor | BO (n.) is detectable by everyone in the lift except its owner.
Body odor | BO (n.) is what a shirt remembers about a day you had decided to forget.
Body odor | BO (n.) is the complaint everyone makes to someone other than the person involved.
Body odor | BO (n.) is the window to the soul.
A Bouquet (n.) turns beauty into a countdown.
A Bouquet (n.) is a gift that arrives with its own cleanup schedule.
A Bouquet (n.) is no flower — few women love flowers; all women love bouquets.
A Bouquet (n.) is a collection of a plant’s reproductive organs harvested and offered up to the female of the species by a male who has no feathers or ornamentation of his own with which to attract a suitable mate.