The Gothic Perfumer

The dear old heart had an infectious laugh. He'd capture the hearts of many a fair maiden with his Baroque style and charm. Like the magician uncle in the Narnia books he'd be mixing and brewing potions till the wee hours of the morning. Fine port,Ramstein + Greek music blaring from the stereo. White fluffy dogs + white cat matched the Maestro's own Riccoco coiffure. His guest waiting list was as long as the red logie carpet. Admiring female fans would always try to take over his lab to sharpen it. Till someone once said "Dear Sir would you ever find the right partner and settle down?" With a twinkle in his eye and a little Smile he said "Of course!"and gave a little Buddha bow.