A quick walk through the bath, body lotion store with my spouse. I tried not to touch anything, nor stare at anything or anyone for too long.
“Doesn’t this smell nice?” She asked.
“Yes, it does,” I nodded in agreement.
This same scene played out, at least, a half-dozen more times–until I was a sticky mess; a virtual cornucopia of mixed fragrance samples.
If cleanliness was next to godliness, then smelling nice, had to also be right up there.