Hudson's comment caught Cash's attention; it was rare that men called their own cologne intoxicating. Cash was sure he meant something else by it, but he had noticed Hudson's smell — there was an after-note of peach that was particularly appealing. Cash's cologne that evening smelled like lemon and sandalwood; no cigarette smoke today.

Cash took a sip of his own bourbon to give himself time to compose a response. "What do you think it smells like to a debutante, then?" Cash asked. "If they haven't developed a taste in cologne." His lips curled up into a self-amused smile.