Funny, I just read MW's comment about vanilla perfume on the Vulva post - I used to wear vanilla perfume from the Body Shop when I was younger, around the time I met my husband. Everywhere I went I'd hear people asking each other, 'What's that smell, it's like those sweets,' or more often just 'Smella Flogs! Remember them!' I thought it smelled like playdough, as did many others. I loved it. Then they went and changed it and it's not the same any more.
My last two bottles were bought for me by my lovely cousin, one was confiscated at an Oasis concert (that's what I get) and thrown in a big bin (bastards!!) and the other was lost when I left my handbag on the train in Prague, on the way back to the airport. More about that later.
My cousin sent me a bottle of something else a few years ago that was pretty much the same, but since having my daughter I've gone off perfume. It felt wrong to be coating a teeny in synthetic or even strong smells, and I so hated when she was handed back smelling of old-lady perfume, it put me off.
But I loved the vanilla while I had it. And it certainly seemed to do the trick, pheromone-wise.