I get a lot of emails about doughnuts. This is no exaggeration: Intimate friends send me links about the latest gout-inducing find, acquaintances I’ve met the prior evening pass on roundups of interest. I'm pleased with their gestures, bookmarking their suggestions and planning new culinary excursions, but mostly a little concerned that this gluttonous affection is my stand-out characteristic.
This, of course, is my own fault because one (OK, maybe more) glass of wine coupled with minor social anxiety, and my conversational wheelhouse materializes: doughnuts, Friday Night Lights, and how much I dislike being an only child. But for once, it seems like my fattening interest is a relationship boon.
A recent Jezebel post looks into scents that purport to attract the opposite sex. On the list? My beloved treat. Also, pumpkin and lavender, but I’m not likely to extol their virtues to strangers in a crowded bar. Finally, all my out-of-the-way trips to Doughnut Plant can be harnessed for my greater romantic good. Well, not so fast. The New York Times article it piggybacks onto dispels the idea there is any tried and true scent primed to seduce. If a scent stirs up the pangs of attraction, the lust is occasionally scientifically prompted but most often, rooted in a favorable, or not so favorable, memory. However Baiser Volé ("stolen kiss" in French), the latest Cartier fragrance, still has the man in mind with this new release.