once when he was younger, he fell in love.
her name was jenny. if you asked him how she looked like, he wouldn't be able to tell you. maybe it didn't matter to him. or maybe he just had a horrid memory. whatever the reason, if he ever met her again, he wouldn't be able to recognize her.
but he could tell you what she smelt like.
she smelt like soda. if he had to name exactly what kind of soda, he could easily tell you that. you know the difference between sprite and 7UP? the tiny difference you could never really put your finger on, never describe well enough? that was jenny. his jenny.