Another door and a wave of scent rolled out, thick as syrup. Grace picked out notes of amber, vetiver, and yes, sandalwood, but in a minor key compared to the others. The scent was warm and masculine and that would have been fine except that her mind was still stuck on the syrup and went to masculine syrup which would be the world’s worse euphemism for…well, there was really only one thing it could be a euphemism for.
