Judo

One of my best scent memories during my studies in Grasse Institute of Perfumery is probably the only one unrelated to perfumes and related to men.

I went to a Judo club with my men perfumer friends from school.
There were men, tons of men, and me as the only female participant. I was surrounded with 50 sweaty men. I could cut the concentrated testosterone in the air. I was in heaven! I enjoyed every single moment of that judo training. I recall one particular young men, with the biggest blue eyes I have ever seen, who smelled like a fine but masculine mixture of musks and lilies.
While he tried to explain me the essence of the excercise called "tai-otoshi" I secretly deeply inhaled the scent of his hair, skin and sweat.

Falling in love with the 16 years old, I was about to pay for the annual membership of the Judo Club of Grasse, but the "sensei" made us change partners and I got together with another guy smelling like cooked spinach...