“One sniff sets my mind a reeling! Vintage Chanel bag with broken cigarette, N°5 perfume, lipstick and a few loose coins… My heart!
Chapter two. As the aromas lift, I can’t turn the page fast enough. Black plum, cool ash, velvet drapes, dense yet airy with room for everything… The texture as smooth as the pages of a well-aged book. Truly poetry. My poem.”
With descriptors like these from a man like Charles Smith, how can you not be intrigued?