C.C.W.W.

Oh my. There is perhaps no scent quite like freshly blooming jasmine. No other scent is so seductive, sensual, scandalous, or prone to alliteration quite like jasmine. It seduces the air, making it lazy and heavy like a post-coital couple. In the warm vaporous breeze off the cypress marshes, it caresses the skin like satin sheets anointed by the fluids of a midnight affair. It brings a blush to the face and makes the pulse race. It is the whispered breath on your neck late at night and the secretive touch between lovers masqueraded as accidental in a crowded place. It is pure sex. It is jasmine.