It would be called Georgia O'Keefe's Foreskin and the notes would be lavender, jasmine, bug spray, bull's blood, brimstone and essence of rose gathered from murderers' graves by the spirits of failed perfumers who died by their own hands. It might be the first censored fragrance, which would be notable, and at the very least there would be picketing and denunciations. It would inspire a small number of acts of bizarre violence, but both victims and perpetrators would regard these acts as their one true moment near the source of holiness and creativity. Which almost no one would want to spend much time thinking about. The angel Gabriel, before sounding the Last Trump, would soak the reed of his terrible saxophone in the stuff. Some would claim that it smelled fine to them but it would frighten children and the pure in heart, and it would sell poorly.