They say there is a hierarchy of needs. Whatever order you put them in, toothpaste is good for them all! Which scent makes the freshest (or best) kiss?
While I don’t grade toothpaste (or other oral therapy) by how it tastes in a lover’s mouth while kissing, I can certify that being drunk should be considered a gas warfare event. Kurt Vonnegut’s ‘mustard gas and roses’ breath is immortal with every drunk’s kiss!
Other than that I’m just appreciative of a clean mouth and minimum or no tobacco taste. My weak sense of taste and smell precludes my thoughts of other than such extremes.
two much-needed, freshly picked daffodils in my hand around his neck, wrapped around and leaning on his cheek, our breaths sharing the scent and our mouths sharing a smile.
okay, not in his mouth. for the mouth flavor, I also vote for spearmint. It’s comforting–my grandmother is a smoker and I remember going to her house when I was small and she had this little red jar with gum in it, so she and I would always share spearmint.
An interesting fact – Brushing one’s teeth is a very good illusion of having showered, even after three days in the desert, one hour’s sleep each night, huge temperature swings, rigorous workout every day…
I’m weird. I lust after garlic breath, and to my knowledge they don’t make a toothpaste for that.
Mmm. Cinnamon. Wintergreen. Fennel. Those exist.
I wish I could buy lime flavoured toothpaste.
Just pure minty goodness. Toothpast + floss + mouthwash = unbelievable kisses.
I disagree. While halitosis is more than unpleasant, kissing artificial chemical flavours is no source of joy to me.
While I don’t grade toothpaste (or other oral therapy) by how it tastes in a lover’s mouth while kissing, I can certify that being drunk should be considered a gas warfare event. Kurt Vonnegut’s ‘mustard gas and roses’ breath is immortal with every drunk’s kiss!
Other than that I’m just appreciative of a clean mouth and minimum or no tobacco taste. My weak sense of taste and smell precludes my thoughts of other than such extremes.
Spearmint
two much-needed, freshly picked daffodils in my hand around his neck, wrapped around and leaning on his cheek, our breaths sharing the scent and our mouths sharing a smile.
okay, not in his mouth. for the mouth flavor, I also vote for spearmint. It’s comforting–my grandmother is a smoker and I remember going to her house when I was small and she had this little red jar with gum in it, so she and I would always share spearmint.
An interesting fact – Brushing one’s teeth is a very good illusion of having showered, even after three days in the desert, one hour’s sleep each night, huge temperature swings, rigorous workout every day…
Er, don’t ask.
It works though.