Now we're going to one of the coolest places in Florence.Where's that?A pharmacy.You're taking the princess to a drugstore?I said a pharmacy. Climb on.Profumo Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella is a pharmacy only in the ancient sense of the word. As soon as I saw and smelled what pharmacy it was, I recognized it as the origin of the exquisitely wrapped, handcrafted soaps, colognes, potpourris, and creams I had seen in their shop on New York's Lower East Side. But nothing could compare with seeing them in the frescoed chapel where thirteenth-century Dominican friars had first experimented with elixirs and potions. Centuries-old apothecary jars and bottles sat on the shelves of carved wooden cupboards that swept almost to the top of a high, vaulted ceiling. I walked slowly around the room, taking it all in, as Danny spoke to a smartly dressed salesgirl.What an incredible place! I sighed, walking over to stand beside him. It's so beautiful.Pretty special, he agreed, putting his hand high on my back and turning to the salesperson. I think mimosa, he told her.A very good choice, I think, she said, dabbing a small amount of mimosa eau de cologne on my wrist and then my neck with a delicate applicator.Danny bent forward so he could smell my neck, then stood back. He drew his eyebrows together and put his hands on his hips. I definitely think that's you. First, you get this oddly enticing tart kick, then you detect the sweetness. It's a subtle sweetness- not overpowering, but definitely there.Hilarious, I said sarcastically and kicked him playfully in the shin.Then you get the kick again, he winced, rubbing his leg.