An anxious friend with bushy armpits called me, on his way to a luncheon, inquiring if I had some deodorant that he could 'borrow'.....his A/C was on the blitz.....so, he was 'sweating like a hog'......I didn't 'lecture' him, but handed him an opened Calvin Klein Stick Deodorant that has been on my 'medicine cabinet' for 20 years or so.......He shoved the stick under his short sleeves, swiping it over his pits, that changed their 'smell' to a 'French Pit scent' of bergamot/lemon/civet, masking an acrid, putrid, 'skunkiness'....and left, feeling confidently 'scented'.......I said 'wait!'.....took his wet shirt and 'blew it dry' with the wall-mounted hair/body dryer....and handed him a shaker of talc..... as I stood there, sniffing my own pits......before shaking some Emami sandal talc into them.....leaving me 'smelling' like a Louis XIV French geranium/primrose/thyme/basil salad. We 'civilized' Homo Sapiens spend billions of bucks to deter our instinctual processes, even though our olfactory equipment did evolve for the purpose of detecting unsafe foods, desirable sex objects for compatible breeding stock, and identifying both hostile threats and 'come-n-getitishes'.......Now, usually, cloaked in enigmatic perfumes and bacteria-killing drug scents. Most 'other' animals are less concerned with such matters as they seem either neutral or highly motivated by 'the scents of others'....
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