When we met Imogen Lloyd Webber at the Penthouse Executive Club on Monday, we decided that "in a way that is not unpleasant she smells like when you floss your teeth, that musty smell that your mouth smells like. That's what she smells like." Some of you understood exactly what I was talking about. Others—those with a firm grasp of dental hygiene—seemed a little baffled. So we decided to ask an expert or some guy with a lot of letters in and after his name. We chose Dr. Ananda P. Dasanayake, B.D.S., M.P.H., Ph.D., an associate professor at NYU's College of Dentistry.

The Penthouse Club is west of the Shamrock Horse Stables, redolent of horse manure and oats, beyond the ramshackle tire shops and automotive garages. It rises up on Eleventh Avenue like some set from "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure"—a steely Babel of boobs. Last night it was where Imogen Lloyd Webber decided to throw another book party for her debut effort, The Single Survival Girl's Guide. There were a lot of guys in suits there, a couple ladies in business attire and then a brigade of women in negligible negligees that, as the night wore on, wore off.