
Voice (softly spoken either guttural or soprano-esque) and scent always get me. This reminds me of a good friend (Platonic , nothing romantic between us btw) who gave me a pen with her perfume on it. I still have the pen, but the scent has worn off. I asked her about it, apparently it wasn’t intentional on her part to have the scent on the pen. I let her know it was a good gesture nonetheless.
Welcome to the Jungle. yeah! anger is an aphrodisiac, you aren’t the only one!