When I interned one summer during college, my supervisor was a woman in her late 30's. She was an native American with the thickest long hair I've ever seen (well below her butt). Her office was in a cube that was isolated from view, and I used to sneak sniffs of her hair, especially when she wore it in a shiny bun or long thick Indian braids. I thought she didn't know what I was doing until ne day she asked me how her hair smelled! I was mortified, and I must have turned beet red! She kept asking until I told her that I especially liked to smell her hair on Friday's when it was most oily. After that, she would call me to her cube every Friday to be sure I knew she was going to wash her hair that weekend...then she would turn her back so I could smell her bun or the part in her scalp when her hair was in braids. My heart pounded so hard at first that I thought I was going to faint! The scent of her hair stayed with me for a while because of the oil all over my nose.