As I stroke and caress his chiseled body, his skin starts to glisten, and soon he is glazed in a patina of sweat. I take in a luxurious breath and feel the aroma he emanates flood my body, stimulating my senses. His virility is contagious. Evincing hints of everything I savor - café au lait, crème brûlée, fleur de sel, just to name a few - the aphrodisiac amalgamation overwhelms my consciousness momentarily, and I escape into a world where I float on the intoxicating vapors of my man's essence. I can feel his pheromones tickle my mind into oblivion.