He said, "I am wearing perfume today, can you smell it?"
"Perfume?" I said, thinking he meant cologne.
Then, suddenly, I could smell it. It was definitely perfume. A lot of it. And no, he didn't have to even be in the room for me to smell him.
"You smell like a very large bouquet in a very small confined space," I said. "How nice."
And no, my eyes were not watering because I was sad. It was the human bouquet.