I could easily get used to the sweet smells of San Diego – and the narcotic effect the air here is having on me. There’s an omnipresent scent wafting on the spring breeze, leaving me with the impression of purposely perfumed streets. Lo and behold, the effect turns out to be naturally so. Such pervasive nasal stimulation is the result of dueling blooms: jasmine, which grows into a hardy hedge (who knew?) perfectly suited to residential landscaping and the exotic jacaranda, a street-side tree dripping with bright blue blooms and redolent of musk. With all this olfactory action who needs cologne – or Chanel No. 5 for that matter?