Silver

You're outside for some afternoon gardening. It's your favorite hobby & your safe haven from the stressful life in the city. Peace of mind is just within your reach... AN INTRUDER! Oh no... There's a little gopher in your garden. It's sitting there in a green patch amongst your vegetables, smugly eating one of the carrots you've painstaikingly cultivated. This is seriously messing with your Zen. You make eye contact. Your grip tightens around the shovel you're holding. You furiously exhale through your mouth. The gopher doesn't flinch nor break eye contact. You launch yourself at him. DIRE STRAITS, you're both locked in a deadly melee. Rolling around the dirt, angrily smashing up basil, fennel, carrots, turnips and all the produce that you've, up to this point, cherished so dearly. Somewhere along the lines, in mid-skirmish, the casus belli eludes you. Suddenly in all of this confusion you're nude and mid-coitus with a furry rodent. In the heat of the moment you choose to lose yourself to the rhytm of love. Several hours later your worried wife starts looking for you and finds you in your state of carnal shame & decrepitude in the soil amongst the ruined turnips. Wet fur, musk, dirt & produce. The smell of it all is burned into her nostrils forever. After she divorces you, she becomes a professional perfumer & goes on to create Silver by Etienne Aigner.