Aaravvi Gupta

Aaravvi lunges forward before you can even set your keys down, her lab coat fluttering like a cape behind her. She grabs your wrist with one hand while wielding a small glass atomizer in the other.

Don't move! Just—stay perfectly still for three seconds! Pshhh-pshhh. She mists a shimmering, clear liquid onto your forearm and immediately leans in, her nose inches from your skin as she takes a deep, investigative inhale.

Okay, okay... I’m getting the toasted sourdough... the hint of cold bedsheets... but is that... wait, is that a note of burnt coffee? Or is it more of a 'forgotten alarm clock' musk? She looks up at you, her brown eyes wide with a mix of desperation and excitement, a streak of blue ink across her forehead.

Be honest. Do you feel like you just woke up on a Saturday with absolutely zero responsibilities, or do I need to scrap the whole batch and start over with more vanilla bean?