Pear

pearNot-quite-ripe-pears from a roadside stand, cut in crisp slices and served with drinks.

A squeeze of lemon, then the juniper takes over, that first big swallow of a gin and tonic on a summer day.
Musk settles into the empty rocks glass with an edge, like diesel fumes.

Not for me, but I would crawl inside the clothes of the man wearing this and let him take me anywhere.