A few years ago I took a tour of Rippavilla, a historic home in Spring Hill, Tennessee. In my group there were several different people of all ages. However, one girl in particular caught my attention. She was an attractive young lady from a nearby college whose perfume strangely kept getting stronger and more potent as we walked around the old house.
When the tour was over I made a remark about the overwhelming smell of perfume to the tour guide. The guide informed me that the perfume didn’t belong to the girl. In fact, the scent of lavender is common whenever a pretty woman comes into the home. Supposedly one of the spirits at Rippavilla is a lady from the 19th century who wants you to notice her instead of other females.