I STILL RECALL MY FIRST DANCE WITH YOUR GRANDMOTHER LIKE IT WAS ONLY YESTERDAY. SHE WORE A MIDNIGHT BLUE DRESS AND A CLASSY EUROPEAN PERFUME THAT SMELLED LIKE FRESH MENTHOL. I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS SO FITTING THAT NAT KING COLE WAS CROONING IN THE BACKGROUND; "I LOVE YOU, FOR SCENT OF MENTHOL REASONS".