By Celestial Mistress, Celestial Maiden and Celestial Minion 

Aries

“The Harris Afterparty”: The horrendous but nostalgic combination of jungle juice, cigarette ash from the last 50 years and the joy of finally getting control of the aux. 

Taurus

“Dish Line Darling”: The lush smell of the Dining Hall dish room, spiced with notes of soap and the Nutella-smeared sausage clinging stubbornly to the trough.  

Gemini

“The Cleve Whiff”: A provocative blend of burnt popcorn, loggia brick and … is that a skunk I smell?  

Cancer

“Burling Breakdown”: The salt of all your wasted tears mixed with the comforting must of the old fourth-floor hardcovers.  

Leo

“Hot Girl Shit”: Mint, lime and white rum baby! 

Virgo

“Know it All”: The overt scent of fresh East Campus laundry and streaks of Sharpie wafting from The S&B articles you edited to shreds two nights before.  

Libra

“The Flirt”: Jasmine dabbed on your neck and inner wrists transported in a bout of tactful touching during the work hour.  

Scorpio

“The Hangover”: The strange but effective concoction of piping hot menudo, Powerade and buttery pancakes.  

Sagittarius

“New Year’s Eve”: Champagne, strawberries and cherry lip gloss already smeared on the mouth of your midnight kiss. 

Capricorn

“Post-Scrimmage Supper”: The rich tang of sweat dripping down your back and drying in the waistband of your sweatpants. 

Aquarius

“When the Failure is Fresh”: The musk of mothballs and flakes of dried skin floating through the afternoon light to gently land on the artificial plasticky traces of your woven Ikea rug.  

Pisces

“Going Home”: A misty spring rain shower with hints of car exhaust.