Narses

Every morning it's the same gauntlet run at the main station: you can't avoid the Sauva clouds of students and young working men - people, people, why do you all want to smell the same? And then you're just as hideous? (If someone from this clientele has put on something else, he usually smells like Aventus.) Sauvage smells for me not only unpleasant, but also unpleasant. An aura of meanness emanates from him. He says to me, "elbow out," "move, here I come." Much too loud, much too intrusive, too little gallantry, too little style. A person with bad manners comes to mind. Amazing what a smell can do - after all, it succeeds.