I mean, every guy has their own musk, that’s part of why I like it so much, so what the musk smells like really depends on the character. Stanta Claus, for example, would be sort of like shoving your face in a stale can of spiced coffee mixed with tobacco. But in general, I guess I never really imagine a particular kind of smell–what always matters more to me is the intensity of it.
I’m a guy with some powerful pit stink. I’m also a really heavy sweater. For so much of my youth, I was deeply embarrassed by both of those things, and by the fact that I kind of enjoyed those features of myself. It took me a really long time to accept the fact that that’s just the way my body is. I hate wearing deodorant, and generally only do so for special events where I have to pretend to be a reputable person. I like that, when I’m working, I usually work up a sweat and a stink that I can enjoy, I like how suddenly I just smell myself, and it completely grabs my attention for a moment. That’s what I like about musk. What it smells like isn’t that relevant to me, but the sheer presence of it–whatever it might be, is enough to get me going.
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