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

A squeeze of lemon, then 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 impatient edge, like diesel fumes, itching to be on the road again.

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