Martin Mother’s Milk, “The Most Beautiful Smell in the World”

The most beautiful smell in the world.

The smell that makes the world go round, causing women to mate since the beginning of mankind.

The smell of the undergrowth, the underbush, the underbelly. The pubic smell.

The smell of love and death, sex and termination, of Eros and Thanatos coupled, of coupling.

The smell of the sweaty stag, the master of the forest, the horned, the horny.

The smell of blowjob, of fellatio, of French love.

The smell of bodily fluids, of secret secretions, the pheromone smell.

The smell of the Lord of Flies, of the Devil, of Pan, of Satyr.

The smell of putrefaction, nigredo, of transformation, the alchemical smell.

The smell of Rosencranz and the smell of Totentanz.

The smell of the shameless pricke, the immodest working tool, the virile effigie, the φαλλός.

The smell of methanethiol, of hydrogen sulfide, of linalool, of trans-ocimene, of phenylacetaldehyde, of dimethyl sulfide, of dimethyl trisulfide.

The sharp, sickly-sweet smell of the slime-covered gleba, the love potion smell.

The smell that is rubbed into bulls’ necks to make them fight harder, the smell that is fed to young bulls as a potent aphrodisiac.

The smell that I rub into my own neck to attract my female, my woman, my wife.

The most powerful smell in the world.

The smell of the Phallus impudicus.