A Famous Nose

Nazy was in charge of the social diary for every day of the week. [Thus: “It was a day like any other day – filled with those events that alter and illuminate our time.”] On Tuesday we went to the Osswald Parfumerie Boutique. Naturally, I was thrilled.

“Wow.” I said (somewhat) excitedly.

“For your information, Dan, Mark Buxton, one of the world’s most famous noses, will be there.” Nazy was considerably more excited.

“A famous nose?” I asked – just before sneezing. “Do you have a Kleenex?”

“You are hopeless, Dan. Mark’s credo is ‘simplicity is the ultimate degree of luxury’. What do you think about that?”

“Is perfume an ultimate simplicity?”

Nazy was undeterred. “Look at his newest creation: Nameless. Take a sniff. Now, Dan, what do you think about ‘Nameless’?”

“I’m clueless,” I thought. “Priceless,” I replied after scanning the bottom of the bottle.

“Nameless – sitting on a terrace at Lake Como,” Nazy was reading the marketing blurb.

“I like Lake Como.” A pointless thought had sprung into mind.

“… With notes of mandarin, cardamom, orange flower, lavender, cinnamon, coffee, clove, jasmine, amber, ciste, wood, guaia, patchouli, cedarwood and benzoin.” Nazy continued.

“What about chocolate?” I asked.

“What?”

“And, eh, lamb chops, barbequed ribs…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Would you like to go to dinner?”