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He smelled of coffee, the clean sweat of the Tango dancer, the peppermint in his mouth, and enough of the tobacco in his cigarettes to add a light bitterness to the smell. A heady, sharp scent, not unpleasant. I pressed myself against him, my eyes closed, feeling his perfect connection, his rough stubble against my cheek, his breath in my ear, “pah-pah-pah,” as he whispered the rhythm as we danced.

His smell was my strongest memory, it seemed to dull all other senses, those that would try to complicate the raw, graceful movement of the dance. At the end of the night, that Tango smell was on my clothes, on my skin. I could almost taste it, pungent and darkly beautiful, the music itself. There were other partners, as enjoyable and inventive as he. But somehow, that scent, the flowing tempo of his Brody-esque body, his very passion for it all... The music, the connection, the electric line between two bodies moving as one, He was Tango incarnate, a very corporeal representation of the dance itself, walking like a shaman between this world and that ethereal other-place that is Tango.

Description
He smelled of coffee, the clean sweat of the Tango dancer, the peppermint in his mouth, and enough of the tobacco in his cigarettes to add a light bitterness to the smell. A heady, sharp scent, not unpleasant. I pressed myself against him, my eyes closed, feeling his perfect connection, his rough stubble against my cheek, his breath in my ear, “pah-pah-pah,” as he whispered the rhythm as we danced.

His smell was my strongest memory, it seemed to dull all other senses, those that would try to complicate the raw, graceful movement of the dance. At the end of the night, that Tango smell was on my clothes, on my skin. I could almost taste it, pungent and darkly beautiful, the music itself. There were other partners, as enjoyable and inventive as he. But somehow, that scent, the flowing tempo of his Brody-esque body, his very passion for it all... The music, the connection, the electric line between two bodies moving as one, He was Tango incarnate, a very corporeal representation of the dance itself, walking like a shaman between this world and that ethereal other-place that is Tango.