I just came across this wonderfully euphemistic phrase in a short dystopian story by James Morrow, "Auspicious Eggs". The scene is set inside something known as a "Copulatorium", just to give the context, in a society obsessed with breeding.
The briny scent of incipient immortality suffuses the air. What an amazing way to say, "It stinks of semen in here." Love it.
The briny scent of incipient immortality suffuses the air.
What an amazing way to say, "It stinks of semen in here." Love it.