@ Karlos
Nah, that kind of bliss is endorphin-induced, arising from the faint scent of panties and lipstick, like the smallest hint of jasmine on a gentle breeze.
No, my friends, Odin has supped from the Cup and he is now a willing slave to the elixir of oestrogen, pheromones and demure little caresses on the nape of the neck...