In the three days we were in Mysore, Abby and I ran into Sammy what seemed like every ten minutes. He was funny, street smart, and tried like hell to get us to go to his family's perfume shop. The first day we politely declined, but we bought him lunch.

He was a nice kid, but his facts were a little mixed-up. He told us he once lived in Pakistan which is right next to Zimbabwe and Australia. I wish I could remember more of the crazy stuff he swore to be true.

Eventually Sammy conned us into going to his family's high-class smell dealership. Despite the hypnotic fumes and Sammy's ultra-slick perfume selling uncle, Abby and I walked away smelling remarkably better, but empty handed.