Don't say no one warned you. You felt it warming, melting, tempting. You knew right away that the moment would soon come when you would have to give up. It will come with the freshness of greedily ripened bergamots. Or gentle gusts of air, enveloping you softly. Like cashmere. Later, sharp shades of sky red and purple will come. It will come with a sweet invitation to close your eyes. Here purity itself will ask for indulgence. There won't be time to say no one warned you. "... a smell that invites you to sin"