Through the Eyes of a Nose

Over Thirty-five years ago I had a musician boyfriend who arrived late back at my apartment. When I greeted him I gave him a hug. I could tell by the scent of his flannel shirt collar the route of his day. I said "You went to Dom and Louie's Diner for breakfast and then you went to The Met Cafe for beers and then you went to Susan's house!" He was petrified because I was completely correct.

We still laugh about this. I'm trying to sell my skill to the Chief of Woonsocket police. He is considering it. My writing thrives on memoirish moments. I'm such a nose. I'm trying to be hired as a nose-y detective.

The title could be:
The Hired Dog: An Investigation Through the Eyes of a Nose.
or
The Nosy Detective.