vs. denim

“Let me help,” Edward offered. He sniffed carefully at the air and then followed some scent to the back of the long room. There was a built-in dresser there. He sniffed again, then opened a drawer. With a triumphant grin, he held out a pair of artfully faded blue
jeans.
	I flitted to his side. “How did you do that?”
	“Denim has its own scent just like anything else. Now... stretch cotton?” He followed his nose to a half-rack, unearthing a long-sleeved white t-shirt. He tossed it to me.