Godfather
I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as my eyes immediately met with my godfather's.
"Octavious!" I squealed in delight as I sprinted down the stairs and pushed my sister aside, moving in a straight bee line for my Godfather who held a cigar to his lips. A trench coat hung on his shoulders but his arms opened wide and accepted my overly excited hug, "Octavious!" I repeated again as I inhaled his cologne that brought back memories.
He smelled so rich, masculine, addictive, like nicotine and scotch. He didn't wear a more natural scent like my father did, but instead his was very distinct and strong. Where he walked, he left his scent behind and everyone would know Octavious Brad