Ode to a Chanterais Melon

These melons pulled me in from a distance with their perfume. The smell of a fresh ripe chanterais is heady, floral, musky. I imagine a French woman in her forties, tres elegante, with two young men half her age at her table on the Rive Gauche competing for her attention. The sun is shining on the flowers on her hat and the jewel enamel on her nails, and her lips are in shadow. That is what a chanterais smells like.