SEX Flavored, Just Like Mom Used To Make!


I was at a convenience store and in the menagerie of crap that always crowds the register there was a big bucket of incense sticks in different flavors. I’m not a big fan of incense but I had some time to kill while Mr. Seven Eleven was ringing out my stuff to take a look at the flavor selection.  When I see the name of a scent the smell of it instantly comes to mind. I see Blueberry and I can almost smell blueberries. They had vanilla, blackberry, strawberry and many other scents and I could recall those smells with ease. Then there was one that the smell didn’t immediately come to me and what did was not something I thought would add to the ambiance of my home.

SEX. They had sex scented incense. Um, what the hell does that smell like, exactly? Do I want that wafting through my house when my parents are coming over or when the children are home? Who the hell would buy a sex scented incense stick? We figured it was one lonely guy who wanted a little masturbation with “smellivision.” I noticed that each stick conveniently burns for about an hour and that’s about 5 times as long as it takes anyone to masturbate so that could be a weeks worth of self loving enhanced by flavored incense.  It’s also not made from “cheap alcohol and proudly made in the USA… most likely from creepy dude’s basement. Nothing will surprise me ever again.

Scatch n Sniff Smelli-Bloggin'!

Scatch n Sniff Smelli-Bloggin'!

But I spoke too soon. Hours later in a completely different town we were walking through a little flea market and one of the vendors had tons of incense. I didn’t think it was possible but there it was again. More sex scented incense! So apparently there’s some people out there that would love the smell of sex gently wafting through their home while they watch a movie, cook dinner, or entertain guests.

I had to get in there and take a good whiff. I wanted the essence of sex to fill my nostrils, I needed to smell what so amazing about the smell of sex that people would want to burn it in their homes one hour at a time. Wonder what it smells like? Trust me, nothing you’ve smelled or experienced… unless sex for you smells like mothballs and Bazooka bubble gum for $1 a stick. Gross.

About the Author

Regina Foster Bartlett is a mother of two teenagers who recently married her soulmate and believes her favorite wedding gift was the addition of four stepchildren and four grandchildren! She’s a confessed tech-nerd who loves all things social media. She’s also a published freelance writer and she’s been blogging since before blogging was cool. She's the voice behind the radio broadcast and writer behind this blog. Always on the lookout for interesting stories she can be reached by emailing: or using the Contact form by clicking the link above.