Quotes About Pheromones

She didn't see her death in those eyes, as the book had promised; she saw her seduction. She'd almost—almost—allowed him to 'mark' her, just to feel his skin against hers. Hussy. He was the one chained, and yet he had power over her. He was strong, in body and in mind, and he exuded something—pheromones, perhaps—that drew slave-like desires from her.

I swear his pheromones have my freaking name written on them. They hone in and attack.

He smelled her instantly, and wouldn't you know it, he got a hard-on.

I love the scent of a man under pressure.

No, not like bacteria, like butterflies, and some people's butterflies react to other people's, on a chemical level, like pheromones, so that when they're nearby, your butterflies start to dance. They can't help it - it's chemical.

I know what pheromones are! But that's mumbo jumbo. You're just horny, I'm just horny. It's not science.

When you're creating a fragrance, you're always thinking about what you want that first smell to be, that first reaction. It's a sensation, like a symphony with all of those layers and notes. I love the way it changes and the way it dries down. The fun thing about scent is that it's unique to everyone; pheromones take on a new scent.

Women apparently are quite drawn to men who have differences rather than similarities in their histocompatibility system. They pick it up by smell, and they can pick it up from kissing.

The pheromones of fear are in the atmosphere and they impact the energy field of the environment to such an extent that it affects anyone who enters that space. The opposite is also true.

I'm kind of lax about hair in general. I stopped shaving my armpits in part to experiment with pheromones, but also because I just didn't feel like shaving them anymore.

Bit it was her scent that just about killed him. Clean skin. Woman. And something more—something that made him feel like dispensing with five thousand years of civilization, dragging her off to a cave somewhere, and filling her with babies.

Do you know what makes people love one another? Well, no one else does, either. But scientists study it, and there's all this bizarre stuff about pheromones and facial symmetry and the circumstances under which you first met. People are weird. Our bodies are weird. Maybe I can't help being attracted to her the same way flies can't help being attracted to carnivorous plants.

You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.

God, it was good. Comforting and stimulating at the same time. Absolute world-class pheromones. I wished I could take his jacket home with me. Not him, just the jacket.

Twoa said, obviously still in my brain. It was my pheromones, she said defensively. I looked up at her; she was sniffing herself. She looked down at me. Okay, maybe it wasn't ALL the pheromones, she admitted. Nobody makes a good deodorant for superheroes.