Took me about 15 seconds to arrive at my answer:coconut-oil suntan lotion.
Coppertone brand--the scent of childhood summers, when we slathered that stuff on with no worries about protecting ourselves from the harmful rays of the sun, much less from child porn.
(Coppertone redesigned their label, right, a few years ago, to cover the girl's butt more.)
And, she's not a man, but what about Uhura?
Mmmm...her kisses, anyway, would taste of Tang.
You know Tang? NASA sent it up with the astronauts in 1965.
We used to lick our fingers and stick them into the acid-sweet orange powder and suck it off.
Mr. Spock, on the other hand, would taste unpleasantly of copper, like a U.S. penny, from his green blood.
It's a sign of how miserable I was in high school that the Vulcan solution to emotionality--the cultivation of planet-wide Asperger's Syndrome--attracted me.
True, it was Spock's failure to achieve that fully himself that made him attractive, but I still think he'd taste like a bitter mineral.
But once in a while, he'd smell ever so faintly of coconut-oil suntan lotion.
