boysmell

The smell of sweat and riverwater and the warm boysmell of Alec's hair and shoulders made her dizzy.

1930, John Dos Passos, The 42nd Parallel (U.S.A.), New York, N.Y.: Modern Library, published 1937, →OCLC, page 143

You rub your eyes, yawning, then open the backseat door and gently shake your boy awake. You pick him up, enjoying as always the clean boysmell of his hair. Still half asleep, he wraps his arms around your neck.

1979, Chuck Kinder, The Silver Ghost, New York, N.Y.: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, →ISBN, page 38

We remained there almost an hour until I was filled with looking at the concern on his face, filled with the texture of his long dark hair—every strand tinted an identical black walnut—feeling its soft texture across my face when he leaned close, filled with his boysmell and boybreath and the strength and security of his arms, […]

1985, Felice Picano, Ambidextrous, 1st Plume Printing edition, New York, N.Y.: New American Library, published 1989, →ISBN, page 84