It was after dusk, and the room was darkened and steaming hot.
Classical music was playing softly, coming in from far away, yet setting the mood perfectly for romance.
I thought I saw something gleaming on the floor, down amongst a collection of rare and exotic flowers that someone had clearly put a lot of time and effort into arranging for me to see.
And as I moved in closer, I saw written on a tiny note, “Smell me, I’m fragrant!”
I tell you what, if I was not in a plant conservatory and being given this message by a nice-smelling plant, I’d be a little creeped out right now.
All that leaps to mind is the old ‘Gee, your hair smells terrific,” commercials.