I was somewhere in my late teens when I first became enchanted by the intoxicating perfumes, the near celestial fragrances, of women.
It was as if those spellbinding scents were a part of them, not something they had strategically applied on their lovely skin.
And oh how wondrous it was when they sent love letters infused with their unique, ambrosial scents that rose out of those letters like flower-scented clouds from heaven with a tangible, loving part of them in those feminine fragrances.
And oh how I loved those enthralling, magical aromas that always captivated me, sometimes possessed me, a man driven madly in love with a woman, her ways, and her enchanting scents.
Bob Boyd