Welcome to the fourth installment of my new feature here on Hortus Conclusus , in which a perfume bottle sings a little riddle, and it’s up to you to guess which bottle of perfume is riddling. Hark! The bottle speaks: Although I delight in barroom raunch, I’m not recommended to those with a paunch. You must be quite lean, and perhaps somewhat mean, to wear me; I pack quite a smokey, dark punch. That is the problem, and also the solution, but also, my white flowers suffer no dilution! They swim side by side with the ciggies so snide, I’m retro-ironic-- t’was my author’s intention. Who am I? CREDITS: Franz Von Stuck “Sphinx” courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
