“That morning he got up early and took a flight to take part in an important convention that lasted more than he expected. He had planned he could have been back that same night but it was too late and his flight had already taken off. He would have stayed, slept over and left the morning after. He got a taxi, arrived at the hotel, booked a room for the night and then went to the hotel lounge bar. He needed something strong after that frantic day, a good glass of rum would have been just perfect. He took his notes out of his bag and started to read them as if he was looking for company in that unexpected situation. He was distracted by a perfume, a woman had just sat next to him and she was looking at him. A pleasant surprise, he smiled at her and asked if she wanted anything to drink. She answered she would have had a Ginger Ale, her favourite cocktail, sweet and spicy. He looked into her eyes and realized that situation had exactly the same taste of the cocktail she had just ordered. She was attractive, madly sensual, he would have got close to her and taste her, even for a second, even for a night. She wanted the same: one night only, nothing more. The morning after she was waken up by the sun light penetrating the window but he had already gone, he hadn’t forgotten to leave her some money on the bed, she took it, got dressed and went away. That notes could be a good distraction but the night before hadn’t been enough, he had opted for something different and even now, he was reading them while sitting close to the plane window and the clouds were offering a better show. He put the notes down and admitted the only place where he could have examined them was his office. He couldn’t help but thinking about that pleasant distraction with an intoxicating effect. He closed his eyes and could smell that fragrance again, it was on his clothes, on his skin, on his mind. He would have never seen her again and it was right, if that encounter hadn’t been a secret, it would have been dangerous. His wife shouldn’t know about that night and shouldn’t know about that perfume, a perfume he wanted to last more than a single night but that was already vanishing. He should have felt guilty but considering the thing he said to himself there was only place for eternal love: a memory of a passion perfume that expresses when brushing, touching and drawing near each other.”