I do have a weakness for men who smell fabulous Bant but I wasn't such a brazen hussy as to say 'excuse me, I simply have to smell you again', press my nose up against his neck and inhale, I just appreciated the occasional wafts.
(This is going to completely out me to to people who know me)
In my professional life, I once worked in a place where we'd have what we called ' The Ball Clinic' on a Friday afternoon, monitoring the chests of young men who'd had testicular cancers (it spreads to the lungs) - it was great, mainly because they were all really healthy but also because they'd spruced themselves up for the hospital and used their best fragrances, I used to follow them down the corridor, sniffing like a Bisto kid. I'd go home and say to exh how much I liked Fridays because I loved the smell.
Fast forward ten or so years and a conversation about why exh never used smelly stuff, he claimed not to know that I liked male fragrances, I said 'you must have done, remember when I used to tell you about the Ball Clinic' . It turns out that he thought I'd been examining their scrotums and then coming home and telling him how much I liked the smell .
Marvel at how the relationship lasted as long as it did.