What's the scent of the man

What's the scent of a man you have met on your way Of champagne, a long walk, and a flower's display Your head starts to spin from these men that you find With the scent of the morning, the dawn left behind What's the scent of the man that your heart holds so dear Of hope, and of warmth, and a dream that is clear Of a bittersweet tear rolling down a glad face And the whole universe held in his strong embrace What's the scent of a man who is storming the gate Of ideas, of dinner, a fragrance ornate Of the surf crashing coolly and making its sound And the sun in his pocket, all wrinkled and found