A scent arose, slowly, softly.
Powerful, yet not unpleasant – charismatic. It poured into him, gentle and commanding, tempting him into a drowsy swoon, sweeping away all thought. For all its strength, it had, nevertheless, a tenderness, one that reminded him of friends, laughter, of smile and of affectionate glance.
And fainter, tempering the musk was another, a sweetness, a quiet burst, like the blush of a rose.