Fear and desperation usually, with mixed results
Depending on how sophisticated your taste is in women there is the unique and very earthy 'John Westwood Musk' that I recall pervading a railway compartment enroute to a game verses Pompey. Combined with the irresistible allure of body hair, tattoos and a big bell - guaranteed to turn a ladies head (the other way), failing that it will down an elephant at 100 paces.
Fahrenheit always got the nuts emptied in the 90s.
Fanny juice
I like the English version but I'd stay away from the American.
A woman at work asked me what I was wearing once and I told her that it was Jizz. I meant Jazz but maybe it was a Freudian slip, I dunno.