However this one, that smelled of spiked ginger tea, warmed and spiced, Jongho was unfamiliar with. When pissed, the sweetness drained, leaving behind the a burning ethanol that brought tears to the eyes.
When sad, Yunhos aroma soured, as if the distilling process went wrong. When happy, a hint of vanilla, like bourbon ice cream melting in the summer sun. When the alpha was neutral, he smelled of sweet bourbon, sitting in a chilled glass in a cool room, warm and friendly. For those three years, the alpha had also gotten to know the various scents of his friend. Captain of the football team, a wicked center, and an absolute puppy off the playing field.