I visited the best smelling city on earth and he didn't seem to find me more than slightly above average until I showed up wearing my Annick Goutal perfume.
"I didn't know you used Annick Goutal?"
He smelled my neck. I shivered.
"Oh, I know the effect of scents..."
"Which one is it?" he asked. "Petite Chérie?"
"No, guess again."
"I can't. Your perfume makes it too difficult to think."
"Ce Soir ou Jamais", I smiled.
He blushed.
Photograph, text, and Swenglish syntax © Sandra 2006
