The mutable, rank-scented many.

O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven.

To be vain of one's rank or place, is to show that one is below it.

There is no rank in sacrifice.

With what deep thirstwe quicken our desiresto that rank odor of a passing springtime!

1. Its pink!! 2. Yeah and its scented, it gives it a little something extra don't you think?