“Rare is the man who can share Napoleon‘s steadfast ardor in savoring a woman‘s cassolette (the French word for perfume box and used colloquially to describe a woman‘s unique scent; the sum total of her effluvia; her aromatic signature) and exult, free of prejudice, in the powerful rush of pheromones.
Don‘t wash, I‘m coming home!” (Napoleon to Josephine, on his way back to Paris from the front.)”