God stank. God was a poor little stinker. - Patrick Süskind

He would be able to create a scent that was not merely human, but superhuman, an angel's scent.

With one glance he had got himself trapped in the brown fundament of her eyes, he was in danger of sinking, as if into a soft, brown swamp, and had to close his eyes for a second to get out of it.

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.