In the past, I was just a stick in the landscape, and my friend advised me to do bodybuilding - to build some "mass."
So I made my way to the "body workshop" and found myself among muscle-packed obelisks who looked at me in bewilderment.
Nervously, I squeaked my name into the strong circle - and the Hercules figures still looked incredulously at the fluff that had blown in among them.
But then, a barely muscular attractive young man - of Adonic build - broke away from the group, welcomed me, and pressed mini dumbbells into my hands.
Patiently, he showed me how to use them, and he also expertly explained the other equipment.
Whenever I needed help, he was there - friendly and unobtrusive.
And so was his scent, which I had already enjoyed just before his appearance.
Fresh and woody at the same time - with a soft moss note.
Hattric.
It is attractively smooth and cuddly - yet masculine, without any roughness.
Perfectly matching the habitus of my "handsome" bodyguard - who also had a subtly erotic grace about him.
Whenever I entered the studio, I caught a "whiff" of his Hattric.
And he greeted me with the words: I knew you were here - I smelled your perfume.
It was my vintage Venezia - which he was always on the lookout for.