Does the sight of a manly armpit give you a woody? Do you just want to bury your face into his warm fur and smell through the lingering flavor of his day old de-oderant to relish in the male musk underneath? Or, do you love the un-embelished aroma of the all natural fella? Either way, the lingering odor stays with you and prolongs the excitement of seeing him again... or another pair of beautiful shoulder-crotches where you can once again lose yourself in the sheer bliss of heavenly male musk. That's the way I feel.