“It’s summer in Washington, so no one smells all that great. But this night was different from your average gathering of sweaty bodies. I was about to enter a pheromone party, where strangers would be inhaling my scent via a T-shirt I’d been wearing. It’s a fun if strange experiment. Singles are meeting in lots of odd ways these days. Perhaps sampling each other’s DNA the way you might go wine-tasting makes more sense than swiping through photos on a dating app.” WaPo: Does my sweaty T-shirt turn you on? (This is like a glory hole for your nose…)

+ How nature sounds became a multi-million dollar industry.

+ If none of today’s stories grabbed your attention, trust me, I understand. Pretty much everyone is focused on Beyonce in a floral headdress.