Scent of a cent,
the age of wine;
bring wonders and laments.
A hunter salivates, the hunted escapes.
when looks seem doubtful
and tongue beguiles,
scent speaks the truth.
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A hint of mystery,a dash of the deceptive, encapsulated in an enigma.
Thanks a ton, Louis.