"My house, out of basic gastronomical necessity, smells like a top-end perfumery on the best of days..."
Subspace, when I read that line, I thought of you. Maybe you want to go read the story The Perfume Eater over on Strange Horizons. Unless, of course, you are actually R. J. Astruc. In which case, uh, I guess you've already read it.