That smell reminds me of ...

That smell reminds me of ... you, wearing that dress i got you from Zara in Covent Garden, the one with the roses printed on it. Rich red fully flowered roses against a white satin background. It suited you when we went out at night, to the Opera or theater.
Your long black hair and blue eyes and translucent skin just suited it so much. I loved you in it, I’d sit and watch you put it on, always stockings i didn't like tights when we went out at night, there things you wear during the day in formal work places, stockings are for the private life.
That sensual seductive side we all need and cherish, grown up and womanly. Black, obviously, can't wear anything other than black, i mean red stockings yeh maybe but really they look so whorey something an Asian businessman would want his tall blonde call girl to wear. Black and shear, loved the feel it gave you, that sense on your face when you rolled them up your legs then hooked them into place, black lace panties and bra, half cupped. You really suited that dress; I’ll keep it, in the wardrobe, forever.