Remnant of a scent !

Sleepy, the elevator I get in

Blast.. a scent prevails

And there, it begins

Is he tall or tiny

Stout or slim

Mushy or muscular

Harsh or hushed 

So, my folklore played

On and on with horses and carriages

With castles and marriages

With spoilage and cabbages

Zoned out for ages.

Few fine days later, 

At the elevator,

A pretty lady, a neighbor

Smiles, the ice breaker 

Boom like a razor

The scent ..Ooh..

Thank God for S.377 legislature!