Let me preface this by saying this is merely a curious observation I made and although I feel I am relatively wise to drugs and lifestyles in general, I have not heard of anything like this being real...so it's just a question..... be gentle fuckers....

I was watching the movie Ocean's 13 and in the scene where "Linus" needs to "distract" a woman, they give him an accelerant called a gilroy (like a cologne).....it completely wipes her out, she is all over this guy in seconds...she can't contain herself....so as a curious man, I was wondering...are these things fact or fiction?

Could there really be such a thing where all a person has to do is put a little cologne on and they become irresistable to their prey?

They are fact in that they exist.

The idea that spraying them on your body will make any member of the opposite sex helpless to your animal magnetism is pure fiction.

PunkMistress said:

well...if a person had animal magnetism, I suppose they wouldn't need an accelerator....

I did a search and saw there are many products out there that claim to work....seems like science fiction to me....but curious none the less...

it worked for me. the guys were icky so maybe it was the wrong kind of spray. like pherojerkmone spray or some shit.

Somebody is getting desperate

Imago said:

If I was interested...I'd just get a club and go old school caveman...knock someone on her head and drag her back to my cave....

Thanks for calling me out though Dan....fucker

pardonme4livin said:

Dude, you wouldn't need a pheremone spray around me.
Just wear loose fitting clothes that are easy to rip off.

Imago said:

All talk...

Absolutely they exist , hence the use of animal extracts hyraceum , civet , ambergris and catoreum to name a few , in the use of perfume in the past which is now mainly prohibited unless you use a specialist perfume house

Mate! Sounds like an opportunity for a bit of experimentation!



BTW - was it only me who started singing 'Pheromone' in their head?

DesireeNevermind said:

Welcome to my hell!

I'm a cynical ass by nature, so I tend to lean toward things not being all they're cracked up to be. I went to an, uh, adult themed party a while back and we all had some pheromone stuff swiped on us. We went afterward to... a place. Shit, that's not important. Don't judge me!

Anyway, while I like to think I'm marginally attractive if not a slammin' hottie, I don't typically have men doing Spiderman maneuvers from the ceiling to get next to me. No joke, management ended up getting involved because men were virtually dry humping us at our table and would not leave. I was fortunate enough to earn the affection of a little guy with a bad combover (as opposed to a good one...?) and a gigantic plastic comb in his pocket that he kept showing me to, I don't know, prove he was hygienically responsible or somesuch. If only he'd presented a toothbrush, tooth being key there, not teeth. I'm sure he lost the rest of those teeth cracking open beer bottles. It was downright scary. I don't know if it was the pheromone stuff or if I was just having a good hair day, but dayum.