My favorite perfume is not bottled

It is a wonderful experience, taking a book into your hands, running your fingers along its spine, gently thumbing through the edges of the pages, and finally raising it to your nose and taking a deep, deep breath.

Immediately, the perfume of the book takes your mind into a whirlwind ride, and expands your heart ten thousand times its size. Each breath you take, inhaling the scent of the pages, allowing it to fill your soul is like a drug of eternal happiness.

Then, of course you have to stop, open the book, and begin reading. But every now and then, with the book open in your hands, you lean close, press your nose against the page and let its scent take you once more into the most wondrous ride in the world of scents.