thanks to dear Alma, who really does matter, I discovered last week that Morrissey wears a certain cologne called Incense d'Avignon. I wasted no time in getting on the internet and ordering a sample of the fragrance.

This past Saturday my honey and I had planned a date to go into San Francisco for the evening. Thanks to the Bay area's micro-climates, it was 110 degrees where we live, when only 50 miles away in SF it was only 65 degrees. We needed a break from the sweltering heat and were looking forward to getting into the city, driving across the bay bridge with the top down on my convertible.

Before we left for our little outing, I checked the mail box earlier in the day, and to my delight, I found that the cologne sample had arrived. I wasted no time in taking it to my man and asking him if he wanted to wear it. I explained to him why I had ordered it (because Morrissey wears it). He laughed and mumbled something about the fanaticism of "you Morrissey fans" and opened the small vial. He took a big whiff of it and a smile came across his face. Hurray!!!! He loved the scent.

Later that day we took off for the big city. It was a gorgeous ride and we enjoyed having the wind in our hair. We crossed the bridge and headed for the North Beach section of SF which is also known as the Little Italy district. We then pretended we had been transported to Rome. We had an enchanted evening--fantastic Italian food at a little restaurant in the shadow of Coit Tower. We walked down the narrow streets passing through the sidewalk cafes, taking time to stop after dinner at a little place called Roma cafe where we shared a double expresso. All the time I was inhaling the scent of my man wearing the Incense d'Avignon. All I can say is Yum.

We ended the evening at a little night spot where we listened to a friend's band, Apple Pie Hopes, play happy, up-lifting music, a charming mixture of mandolin, accordian, guitar and washboard. It was invigorating and, along with the expresso, woke us up for our drive home to the delta.

All in all, it was a night of amore. One of the most romantic evenings my husband and I have shared in many years. And it was made even sweeter by the smell of the cologne. I'm ready to make a commercial for it. I'm so happy that my hubby likes it. I plan to order a bottle for him. He knows that part of the allure of it, for me, is the knowledge that Morrissey wears it too. But that is okay with him. He is secure enough to handle that. He knows he is my favorite Handsome Devil.