They smell like heaven- they are sweet without being cloying, fruity but not citrusy, exactly, floral but not that fake flowery-soap smell. They smell fresh and clean and sweet and innocent. . . .
Sorry for you that you've never experienced them,
This is a superb description. Would you be okay if I used it in the chapter Rude Awakening of <I>The End of All Times?</I>, the first book in the Harmony123 series. (Of course, my writing is always subject to an editor's revision.)
Here's the proposed usage:
Lake Tahoe, NV
Year: 0000 AGM
The question is also the answer. Since the beginning of time, the question had always been the answer. Those thoughts, the image of a one-way traffic sign, were predominant in Roger JacobÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s mind as he was wrenched to consciousness by the rude ring of a hotel phone that bore absolutely no resemblance to Frederick SchillerÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Ode to Joy. Roger never tired of hearing this piece. He consciously appreciated how the spam started off soft, and gradually grew louder. Alas, the phone in this hotel room was loud, jarring. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Hello,Ã¢â‚¬