If it were only a rhetoric of sensibility, I’d be allowed to offer a gallery of examples, as if the essence of words might drip brilliant phrases, with rhythms of essences. Where not one of the registers of the scented keyboard might remain as an extra and the lead might find itself in any sample of ink where it might smell as a reference. While the reader would roam between castles of words tenuously sustained -metaphors of the aroma of perfume-.

Text from Biel Mesquida in the “Odor of Body”