Enter my first with a studied grace

Enter my first with a studied grace,
Conceit in his head, and a smirk on his face ;
Of fashion he deems himself quite the top,
And he's scented like any perfumer's shop ;
So among the ladies he's surely reckoned,
For the evening at least, to be quite my second.
But oh ! what a fall for the brilliant star !
A lady's whisper is heard too far :
'Of all the flowers that ever were,
The only one I to him compare
Is my scentless whole, with its gaudy stare.'
Not quite rightly spelt, but comparison rara