![]() ![]() He showed us scents according to which season we were in. A slim, gliding figure, with a mouth reddened from paan, or betel leaf and areca nut, the attarwallah produced his wares from carved bottles of colored glass that he carried in a black leather doctor’s bag. But he came without fail two or three times a year. We didn’t know the attarwallah’s name, or how he knew to follow us from address to change of address. We had a family perfumer, or attarwallah, a man of some refinement, who came to us from Lucknow - a city that is a metonym for high Indo-Islamic culture. I was in my grandmother’s house in Delhi. I REMEMBER AS IF it were yesterday that distant afternoon on which I first smelled oudh.
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