I hugged a man from Chennai, and he smelt of a Madras morning. Kollam, Suprabhatam, sambar, and women oiling their hair on the pyol.
(Describe the smell? I'm not a perfumer, but I'd say it was the smell of coconut oil that had been reapplied repeatedly, without ever being washed off completely. And a hint of sandalwood.)
(Describe the smell? I'm not a perfumer, but I'd say it was the smell of coconut oil that had been reapplied repeatedly, without ever being washed off completely. And a hint of sandalwood.)