Pheromones Quotes

“You should shower," I said. "Right now."

"I smell that bad?"

Actually, he smelled that good.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

“Attraction is never random.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman

“The boy moths get fooled by a smell?
No, they get fooled by sex. All males do.”
― Brian K. Vaughan, Y: The Last Man - The Deluxe Edition Book Three

“Pheromones are Earth’s primordial idiom.”
― Karen Joy Fowler, We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves

“Grace leaned forward, studying him up close, able to make out some of his facial features in the clay mask: strong brow, broad cheekbones, prominent jawline and chin. As a flavorist, she was familiar with kaolin clay, a virtually tasteless edible mineral often used as an anti-caking agent in processed foods, various toothpastes, and originally kaopectate. But she'd never encountered the raw product out of the lab, and certainly not like this. She leaned closer to him.
He smelled of sediment and mostly sweat, a decidedly masculine note, the precise replication of which one could base an entire career, and then some. Even the most skilled perfumers in the world, experts in the animal secrets of civet and ambergris, couldn't get it just right. It was a human thing. And she'd studied it, androstadienone and most of the known male pheromones, and she knew the effects certain concentrates could have on certain women. She'd written the reports and seen the CT scans of activity in women's brains. Still, knowing about it intellectually and rationally did not in any way lessen what it was doing to her right now, the effect it was having on her senses and her body. 'Can he tell?' she wondered.
Lean and broad-shouldered, he had the build of a man who spent his days using his body in labor. She could see it in the way the mud set into the ridged musculature of his forearms, like the russeting across a firm apple. Still, the inner details of him escaped her. His hair was caked with dry clay, and she thought of the figures she'd seen artists craft in their hillside studios in Montmartre, with the Sacre-Coeur church on the summit above and the bawdy Moulin Rouge crowds teeming below. He looked like that, an unglazed unfinished sculpture of a man, but for his eyes, vast and deep, and very much alive, as if he were trapped inside his statued body.”
― Jeffrey Stepakoff, The Orchard

“Julieta inhaled the rose that the sexy man had given her. The floral scent made her woozy.
Or maybe her giddy state was because she was high on his testosterone.”
― Alana Quintana Albertson, Ramón and Julieta

“He wore the satisfied, half-drunk expression of a vampire who'd just had his fill.
And the way he smelled...
Peter had clearly just eaten, but he must have forgotten to shut off the potent pheromones vampires utilized to entice their meals. In that moment, he oozed seduction.
I tore my eyes from his with difficulty, trying to ignore the way my heart was pounding, trying to focus on our server.
She was openly gaping at him, her eyes glazing over.
"Yes," I managed. "A Diet Coke for my... friend, please."
Peter took the seat opposite mine without waiting for an invitation. I dug my fingernails into my palms to stay grounded, but even still, I found myself leaning closer to him. Unable to resist the way his scent dug its claws into me and wouldn't let go.
All at once, lurid images began flashing behind my eyelids. Peter laying me down on a bed. Me hastily peeling off my clothes and presenting my body to him like an offering.”
― Jenna Levine, Road Trip With a Vampire