It smells so good, shampoo and cigarette smoke…like comfort and wanting it all at once. I have found it hard to part with a good smelling stranger. They tend to walk away prematurely. I want to say, “Come back. I haven’t had a chance to write your scent.” But I let them go. Scents come back at their leisure, in this life, which keeps things interesting, especially during times of emotional plateau. Newports. Fame by Lady Gaga. Old Spice body wash. Tobacco. Pussy. Red wine. Toast. It’s less cyclical than woven.