As soon as the doors close, Rao’s cologne fills the car. Terre d’Hermès. Expensive and rich and cloying and somehow unique on him. Adam’s seen the bottle in airports. Once, in a fit of weakness that he doesn’t like to think about, he bought one. It didn’t smell the same. It needed Rao.
Interesting synchronicity- I received a sample of Terre d’hermes just before I started reading this book.
