His smell. I could never define it properly. You never can, with scents. There are never words to describe them floating in the air after a rainstorm, nor the smell of a freshly cut grass, on a warm summer's day.
His scent was dark and musky: the shadows of an expensive aftershave, cigarettes burning slowly, the smell of home gliding on his skin.
Those, and a thousand other things I could never place my finger upon. It all combined to make up Him. The most comforting smell in the world
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
His smell. I could never define it properly. You never can, with scents. There are never words to describe them floating in the air after a rainstorm, nor the smell of a freshly cut grass, on a warm summer's day.
His scent was dark and musky: the shadows of an expensive aftershave, cigarettes burning slowly, the smell of home gliding on his skin.
Those, and a thousand other things I could never place my finger upon. It all combined to make up Him. The most comforting smell in the world
