The Smell of a Woman.

Why is it that women smell so much better than their male counterparts?

I truly don’t believe that it has even the slightest to do with washing or showering or being misted with perfumes. I believe that this phenomenon is the product of women simply being in the presence of the best of things.

While small girls they lie in their mothers arms that have, like their mothers before them, come to drape themselves in the fragrances of life. These are the things that men tend to pass by and forget or all together lack experiencing. These are the things that men miss. But women embrace these things, whether consciously or not, in such a way that they become them.

Women are the flowers and the soap. They are the washed clothes and the fresh bread. Women are the rain and the branches bark and the warm soup. They are the plant that they grazed with their thigh and the coffee that they drink. Are these not the best of things? Are these not the simplicities in which we all long to be enraptured with? And yet I continue to contend that it is the obliviousness of women’s knowledge of this fact that makes it all the more attractive.

When men lie next to women it is as if they are being given their blessing for the day, their portion. It is as if they are in the deepest field of lilac that they have ever known. And yet, I continue to state soundly that this reality is so natural to women that they will never understand how precious this really is to men.

Even in their minds women place themselves in the sweetest of smells and the best of fragrances. While men daydream of oiled motors and gunpowder, women, in their minds, rest in flower shops and bakeries.

Pass by me one more time you woman of aromatic pleasantries. Your fragrance displaces me to ecstasy.