By its very nature, perfume conjures sensual collusion — between partners-in-crime drawn together despite themselves by its invisible, soundless siren call; between the scent and the skin that bears it; between the notes that conjoin to create a chimera.
The downy bloom of an apricot cheek.
The yielding softness of a white kid glove.
The velvety warmth of a lover’s body.
Skin to be nipped or stroked…