Scent is so influential. Last night I was at a crowded, smoky bar and someone standing near me smelled so damned good, it made the music sound better, it made even the sweatiest, belligerent heaux look like a lovely angel, and all the lumberjack Chachis like marriage material. I could have stood there smooshed up against a wall sober as a bird with my ears ringing and a full bladder for hours, as long as whoever smelled like linens and tea olive blossoms and unoffensive cologne stood there the whole time. I need to find that smell again. It made me love everything while smelling it.