Recently, I was reminded of a certain scent-- of cigarette smoke lingering in the fabric of an old Harris Tweed coat.
Not your "last call... where was I, who are you" kind of smoke'd redolence; rather, I described the scent as "cigarettes, but think Jean Paul Belmondo and Galouises."
JP Belmondo... that broken aquiline silhouette, mashed smile, and effortless mien. Where are the movie stars of today? Who are you?
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