(Dr. Dotson was kind of enough to indulge me with an article — he’s just twisted enough to fit in here nicely)
You’re a fragrance freak but you are not really a freak, right? I mean you’re not sick, are you? As your visiting psychiatric consultant I am here to tell you that your little scent hobby is nothing. It can get much worse. You have a long long way to slide until you hit the dank and rotting lower intestine of Skankytown.
In 1887, Richard von Krafft-Ebing published his monstrously big study of perversion, Psychopathia Sexualis, a book that documents the lives of olfactophiles – those haunted beings driven into a sexual frenzy by dirty body odors. Some became “hankie thieves” or were compelled to inhale the delicious “spicebox” of a stranger’s armpit, or were discovered in embarassing situations with a neighbor’s chamberpot. Elegant women could also be afflicted, and in Dr. Havelock Ellis’ case study of “one lady” it was found that the ” heavy and penetrating” effluvia of gardenia and tuberose caused a marked “moistening of the pudenda.”
Nowadays anyone can go online and find a porn queen who will thoughtfully pack her old cotton undies into a ziplock bag and mail them to you for a nominal fee. (SIDEBAR: With just a Paypal account, craigslist and a few baggies you can start your own in-home personal fragrance business! See me for details.) How sadly banal it all is.
But since you are all such smell fanatics, I will reveal to you a most esoteric fetish: the Perfume Dominatrix. Certain needy men live for the day that a stunning Glamazon will overwhelm them with her perfume, transforming them into her dizzy love slave. This link, lovingly curated by one of these adoring perfume perverts, shows Joan Collins atomizing her lair, and Catwoman subduing Batman and Robin with her supersecret feline fragrance. Enjoy. – Dr. Dotson
Nothing wrong with this, at all, people should get it more.
See y’all at the NYC sniffa next weekend. Give me updates on your home frag business.
I was watching the first season of Dynasty last night (classy entertainment), and Krystal Carrington held up a bottle of Bal a Versailles and said, “My favorite!” Do you think she was a secr scent dominatrix? Maybe behind closed doors she dressed in black leather doused in Bal a Versailles. The wicked Alexis, on the other hand, probably put on an apron, spritzed some Sweet Honesty behind her ears, and baked cookies in secret.
Pls excuse my typos–I can’t see the whole comment box while I type. Maybe because I have a Mac?
I can’t always either on my mac Angela – though if I expand the window to as large as possible, I’m fine…
If Krystal was holding up the extrait version of Bal a Versailles, then, yes, definitely a dominatrix, especially if she held the bottle right under the person’s nose.
I think I already AM a perfume dominatrix. My family thinks so, as I run after them with vials and new perfumes. hey, smell this. I’ve chased them outdoors, out onto the balcony, and insist they smell it.
So definitely NOT a dying art, you all do it too. We just need to tak it to the next level. 😮
M: Would you like to try on a sample? It’s unisex.
DH: Okay.
*M applies scent to DH’s wrists*
Possible outcome #1:
DH: Mmm, nice.
Possible outcome #2:
DH (shaking head): Meh, no.
Possible outcome #3:
DH: This is not unisex!
M: Oops.
:”>
I hope being a Perfume Dominatrix is not a dying art! There’s nothing past 1968. Maybe there’s just not as many Glamazons as there used to be (and may I say how much I love that word.) Great reading for a trashy Friday…
Well, that was an interesting read… I’m grossed out and a little scared, but okay.
As far as being a Glamazon, sure. Absolutely. Enslaving males through the power of scent – what’s not to love here? When I was younger my sisters and I created a graphic novel where the heroes would pull out a vial of perfume with which to subdue and hypnotize their enemies. I remember mine was Samsara (because men love that stuff, and because it sounds like a dangerous martial arts move). So my heroine would pull out her vial of Samsara and say, “No one can withstand the power of…. SAMSARA! Hayah!” and attack. So I guess I was a bit of a psycho even back then. Huh. ;;)
What a wonderful story! Samsara!
I wonder if all women secretly wish to be “Glamazon’s” with our addictions to fragrances. Very interesting read-loved it, Dr. James!
Ok, March, Elle and others–we clearly need to band together to form a (the first???) perfume domanatrix website–offering many varieties of delicately (and not so delicately) scented, gently worn objects. We will have all types of women–and men–and all types of scents; we can describe what kinds of fragrances our lovely, smelly, dommes (and doms) prefer to wear, as well as perhaps hinting at their natural odors. We can even offer some smelly webchat. You have already started on the graphics!
I’m happy to be the pimp, if you’d like:”>
My goodness!…
Can’t say more, have to go erase the history on my computer now. :d
Hahahahahaha!!! You spend all that time decanting! I’m going to take the shortcut and start my own panty bizness — off to check out the competition on eBay and craigslist. $-)l-);))
Well… huh. I “say” I’m decanting, but really… am I?
In the countless hours I’ve spent pondering ways to increase my perfume budget, I can’t believe I didn’t think of Perfume Dominatrix! As Carmencanada said, it sounds like a calling. Off to contemplate the best ways to advertise.
Listen you stay on your own side of the net with your biz, and I’ll walk my side of the net with my biz. 🙂
I’m pondering – unsurprisingly – how Havelock Ellis got to measure the pudenda moistness elegant ladies… Was there a sliding scale? Did he have a patent? And considering his own apparent inversion, this must’ve been purely in the interests of scientific discovery…
This whole medicalisation of sexuality in the nineteenth century is fascinating, though I knew little about the mental affliction of olfactophilia. Thanks doc!
Lee-you might well (probably have) seen more recent data on the effects of scents on male, er, response. The technology used was not self-report by subjects, but rather physiological apparata measures. Seems the dudes just lurve lavender, pumpkin, and vanilla. Kinda creepy-sounds like mommy-comfort scents. I wonder if the vanilla finding was responsible for the spate of vanillic-ladens fragrances in the last 10 years or so?
Okay, eeew on the Havelock Ellis stuff.
Louise, I remember that! They got all … tumescent, isn’t that the word? Heh heh. Anyway, I totally understand the pumpkin and vanilla layered, but wondering … maybe lavender would sharpen things up a bit? Or it would be horrible. And you’re right, aren’t those all mom/home smells? Again, eeew.
I’m flaccid at the thought…
Ah, the many-faceted world of perversion… There’s just no end to it, is there?
Now, what we would need to do here is find us a few wealthy olfactophiles, willing to spend those dollars (euros, ruble, yen) on humongous bottles of our favorite scents. They buy, then we spritz and run… Perfume Dominatrix sounds like a calling!
Somehow these descriptions bring Jicky to mind…