Love is probably the result of an entourage of hormone presence and concentration. I think of emotions as the music a symphony makes and the hormones involved as the instruments. Each alone is unique, but none alone can produce the awe inspiring presentation of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. The music scores are literally the recipe giving the instrument, the note, the volume, the nuance. The outcome is outrageously complex, as are our emotions.