A perfumer and his sister may be heirs to the secret formula of Cleopatra - a mystical scent that enables those who smell it to recall past lives and find their soulmates. If they can figure it out, they want to give the ancient perfume to the Dalai Lama, to strengthen the case for reincarnation. But Chinese gangsters want to stop the gift.
There's the kernel of a fun (if far-fetched) story here. Unfortunately, it doesn't get the chance to shine through the New-Agey claptrap, the superficial 'research,' and the condescending, overly-explanatory style of the writing.
It does have a very pretty cover, which is why I picked it up. But it doesn't hold a candle to Patrick Suskind's 'Perfume.'