/pərˈfjum/
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| #1: /p/ | |
| Lips | The lips start together. Then they separate. |
| Teeth | There is a separation between the teeth. |
| Air | Air passes through the mouth. First, the air stops. Then, it flows. |
| Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
| #2: /ə/ | |
| Tongue | The tongue remains forward and relaxed. |
| Lips | The lips relax. |
| Jaw | The jaw drops. |
| Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
| #3: /r/ | |
| Tongue | The tongue forms an arch near the roof of the mouth. It does not touch any part of the mouth. |
| Air | The air flows through a narrow space in your mouth. |
| Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
| #5: /f/ | |
| Lips | The bottom lips are in contact with the teeth. |
| Teeth | The top teeth press the bottom lips. |
| Air | The air flows through the teeth. |
| Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
| #6: /j/ | |
| Tongue | The mid and front part of the tongue raises and presses against the roof of the mouth. The tip of the tongue comes down and touches behind the bottom front teeth. |
| Air | The throat compresses the airflow. |
| Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
| #7: /u/ | |
| Tongue | The back part of the tongue stretches up towards the soft palate. The front part of the tongue remains down, touching, or behind, the bottom front teeth. |
| Lips | The lips relax while forming a rounded shape. |
| Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
| #8: /m/ | |
| Lips | The lips are together. |
| Air | The air comes out of the nose. There is no flow of air through the mouth. |
| Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
The perfume was so strong, it nearly knocked over the flowers!
Perfume the plumpest puppies in the park with parsley and pickles.
Romantic love allows you to focus mating energy. Attachment sustains that relationship as long as necessary to raise your baby.
Helen Fisher
roʊˈmæntɪk lʌv əˈlaʊz ju tu ˈfoʊkəs ˈmeɪtɪŋ ˈɛnərʤi əˈtæʧmənt səˈsteɪnz ðæt riˈleɪʃənˌʃɪp æz lɔŋ æz ˈnɛsəˌsɛri tu reɪz jʊər ˈbeɪbi
