That they waft about trailing those most feminine of fragrances behind them like the ghosts of ghosts. They flit about the journeying soul who makes his way through the underworld on his way to judgment. He can smell them and they tempt him to linger. This is all soft-edged, animalic muskiness, civet veils, floral hallucinations of jasmine, and wet longing night. VERY sexual. ALL woman, NO limits.