βShe was one of those languid women, made of dark honey, smooth and sweet, and terribly sticky. Who take control of a whole room with a syrupy gesture, a toss of hair, and a single slow whiplash of the eyes and all the while, remain as still as the centre of a hurricane. Apparently, unaware of the force of gravity by which they irresponsibly attract themselves the yearnings and souls of both men and women.β
Patrick Suskind, Perfume




















