The Tug of Attraction
''Seminalis ? an odor substance which seems lead males to females'' -The Nose, Alessandro Gualtieri. The mystery of attraction. A fragrant treatise on blind love (or lust), Seminalis emulates (and effectively accomplishes) seduction. Initially, the scent is comfortingly warm, like the first tingle of recognition as attraction blooms in our hearts, eyes, and other places. This delectable moment pulls out and into taffy, a chewy, mouthwatering taste that we can't quite place (somewhere between solid and liquid), which we only know we want more of. As Gualtieri describes it, Seminalis tips towards feminine end of the fragrant scale, and from there it tugs us towards its encompassing sweetness. We fall gratefully into its cozy embrace, and disregard thought, plans or propriety, and watch as entities separated by extremity collapse into one another. Our individual walls of Jericho come tumbling down in the pure sensual embrace of Seminalis, and we want to live forever in this realm of pleasure, without rule or reason. Like the spicy sweetness of fresh sweat, Seminalis scents skin with ardor, odorous passion. At times, Seminalis smells like the bloom of a flower (rather than that of perspiration) steeped in the sweet, invasive heat of fiery spices. As it evolves on skin it develops into a tangy, yeasted blossom that recalls the satisfaction and delight we experience when fine pastry melts in our mouths. No one (besides Gualtieri) knows what this sugared, salted, spiced concoction is made of, but any wearer will attest to Seminalis' irrefutable irresistibility.