Bpal’s Come to Me oil has a very clean scent. It smells like herbal hand soap and freshly washed sheets, to me. There’s a reason for this, I think. It’s not, as one might suspect, about defilement. It’s about anticipation. The sex that’s all bottled up in Come to Me is a loving expression of affection and tenderness. It’s clean hands running up and down warm skin and stroking your face. It’s a makeout session before you retreat to a bed covered in the freshly washed sheets I mentioned above, it’s lying there naked and holding each other right before the real fun starts. It’s a pair of newly minted high school seniors holding hands at the first football game of the season before running home for a quickie during halftime. Ahem. Maybe just a little filthy. If you think of sex as good and fun, instead of something dirty, clean can be hot as hell. This is not to say, of course, that all good sex is gentle or affectionate. Just, that’s the sex you smell like after dipping into a vial of Come to Me. It’s pure while still being sex and not even through a hole in the sheet or missionary position, necessarily, and it’s too bright to be with the lights out. This is sex in a room with light, natural or artificial, sunlight or moonlight, pouring in through a window left open to let in a mild breeze. Come to Me is the sexiest clean I’ve ever bent my nose to.
