Good news! Grandma came for a visit and she’s brought her new boyfriend. You lean in to shake his hand and are surprised to realize he’s not the butterscotch carrying, tweed wearing, golf playing retiree you expected after Grandma’s last beaux, Harold. No, he smells like the citrusy bergamot trees of his hometown, the weathered leather chaps of his youth, and the bouquet of flowers he’s holding as a token of his age-old chivalry. Not too shabby, Grandma.