None of those scents is Axe Body Spray. Axe is something you can successfully wear when you're fourteen and so hip that hip ain't hip, but when you're thirty-something, dude, it's just wrong. It's like seeing an attractive woman, getting close and realizing that she smells like bubble gum. It's a winkie-shrinker that one. That or baby powder, yeesh.
There are scents that I love on a woman. I won't tell you all of them because that's just a secret now, innit, but I'll give you a few:
Cedar. My lovely redheaded friend has a cedar cabinet that she keeps some of her clothes in, and the faintest scent of it lingers, warm in the air just around her, so only when you get close enough do you catch it. It's earthy and natural, but somehow starkly intimate and sensual. She wears that well.
Sandalwood. Sparingly. It should be an underscent of something else. It tends to make it more complex, and goes interestingly well with a contrasty scent like orchid that has that tangy note to it.
Musk, and a very special musk which I shall not refer to by name, but it is both heat activated and almost entirely narcotic in it's nature, which can drive me to make bad decisions based on the whole acting-without-being-able-to-think state in which it places me. Yes, there are stories. One of them left a scar.
Freshly turned soil, moss, or pine needles. In a previous life I was a werewolf. It can also be a lot of fun at furry conventions.
An odd combination of vanilla and garlic. They're both kind of innocent and home-y scents that have a recollection of time spent together casually for a long time, like a good long-term relationship.
So my dear smelly friends, what say you? What turns you on, what leaves you cold, does a well-mannered scent have an affect on you?