A half-full, thin glass ensures warmth reaches down to the solar plexus. The lungs feel dense, heavy, spiced and sharp. Ears drink in the sweetness of compliments, warm exhalations, and rich lipstick shades. Voices multiply by the second. Oak floors grow heavier. Choices sink into the smoke. In the twilight, the evening’s mistakes hide, smoothed over by dessert-filled glasses. Greedy eyes wanting more. Lines of falling powdered sugar. Bring more. Pour it here. It’s clear – the reserves of sensory hunger have opened. “…a fragrance that sweetly smooths over the evening’s mistakes.”