A certain source of delight that Remus has found is cologne. Not because of the scent, he couldn't really care any less about that, merely the fact that once he has applied it to wherever he has, the woman getting dressed beside him immediately presses her nose their, inhaling deeply and giving off a euphoric smile.
Did he really smell that nice?
Is it the fragrance that is making him feel more human and male? Or is it the sight of Nymphadora's small nose pressed up against his shoulder that did it? He supposes that it's the latter and a smile the size of the Thames crosses his face as her nose drifts up towards his own, giving off an Eskimo kiss.
His nose is rather fond of Nymphadora's smell as well. Unlike most everything else (excluding her hands) it was always the same.
A combination of his favorite things: chocolate, rain and Nymphadora.
And maybe the perfume that she put on in the morning which usually was scented with cherries, like her chap stick, which he adores.
Nymphadora laughs as she looks at her shoulder only to see a certain werewolf's nose pressed against, inhaling the essence of Remus (which is mostly musty books, tea and chocolate, she couldn't care less about the cologne….)