May 23, 2002
I asked the woman in the soap shop what smells like tobacco? She frowned deeply and made sure to let me know that I was NOT of the correct sense. As if my sense of smell was inappropriate for Pacific Heights. I picked up each bar of soap and inhaled deep of each heavy rectangle, eying the shopkeeper over each bar. I noticed a smudge of dirt on her forearm. Ha, I found it, I exclaimed. Startled, she turned from a real customer. It’s this one, the gardenia, smells just like tobacco. She conceded defeat and went out to smoke.