Scents and sensibilities

An equestrian calling card has Steve McKenna on high
alert.
Sevilla, so the spiel goes, is an audaciously romantic city
brimming with raven-haired flamenco dancers, dashing, daring
matadors and the scent of seductive oranges.
Well, I’ve been here for two hours and the only thing I can
smell is horse manure.
The whiff is utterly intoxicating - and not in a good [...]

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