Fragrance may very well be the signature of eternity...

"The trip left the girl gaga, goofy, tainted, transformed, her nose a busted hymen through which sperm of a thousand colors swam a hootchy-kootchy stroke into her cerebral lagoon...the smells filled in the fantasies that heretofore had been mere outlines, smeary contours scrawled in ghost chalk"

I sniffed my way along Tottenham Court Road this morning. (It was less than ambrosial. Pan would have approved.)