this nose smells playboy

Henry held the bottle of cologne up to his nose. As he inhaled deeply, he closed his eyes and shivered with delight.

"The wood notes in this one are, impeccable," Henry declared, matter of factly.

The cute girl behind the counter nodded in agreement. 

"Oh yes, and you'll notice that the sandalwood really compliments the-"

"The lavender base notes," Henry finished her sentence. He smiled. 

The girl behind the counter stood there with her mouth partially open in disbelief. She had never met a man with such a keen sense of smell before.

He wasn't done.

"You don't happen to have any more of those orange tic tacs I smell on your breath, do you?" 

The girl closed her mouth and reached beneath the counter and handed them to Henry.

"That's quite the nose you have there," she started, awkwardly. "You are quite good at.. smelling.. things."

He popped a few orange mints in his mouth. "Got it from my daddy," he responded proudly. 

The girl was suddenly overcome with a strong urge to eskimo kiss him so. But she refrained. That wouldn't be professional of her.

Henry could smell the scentual tension in the air. He handed the girl his business card. She held it in her sweaty palms and glanced up at him.

Henry winked. "I'll smell you later. Maybe?"

The girl blushed and nodded.

Later that night, Henry heard the phone ring. He figured it was the girl from behind the fragrance counter. But he didn't budge. He had his nose in the latest issue of Playboy.

Henry was the kind of man who read Playboy.