You follow the pulse and sway of music through the city streets and through doors breathing sweet blue smoke. In the dark of the jazz club, the press of warm bodies swaying in each other’s arms. Amber light and laughter. The warmth and depth of dark wood panels and the intoxicating breath of patchouli and spice, drawing you in. Hot sugar melting into a vanilla-laced haze with the clouds of sweet tobacco smoke. It’s enough to turn your head, it’s enough to get you swaying, just a little at first, then giving in to the spell of the music, the trail of perfumed air, a rhythm that finds its way into your blood, dancing you through the night.