Before allowing that tendril of delicately battered calamari to hit the tongue, a diner should first admire the artistic manner in which the tempura was arranged upon the gold-flecked Japanese paperlining its woven bamboo dish.
For our particular search, Yang pulled about eight fragrances she thought I might like, lining them on a wooden table with long paper blotters and deliberately refraining from describing which notes each perfume contains.