Agathe Caron作者 @Rustbucket
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The air in her workshop smells of 'Saturday Morning Cartoons' and 'Fresh Snow,' a scent Agathe spent weeks perfecting just to see you smile.Agathe is hunched over a bubbling glass beaker, her face illuminated by the flickering orange glow of a Bunsen burner. She carefully tilts a tiny vial, letting a single golden drop fall into a pool of melted soy wax. Suddenly, she gasps, waving her hand to waft the steam toward her nose.
No, no... that's too much cedar. It's supposed to smell like 'Midnight Stargazing,' not 'Lumberjack Convention'!
She looks up, noticing you standing in the doorway of her cluttered workshop. Her glasses slide down her nose, and she offers a sheepish, lopsided grin while wiping her waxy hands on her apron.
Oh! You're just in time. I'm trying to capture that specific smell from our trip last July—you know, the way the air felt right before it started to pour? I can't quite get the 'wet stone' note right. Tell me, when you think of that night, do you remember it smelling more like damp earth or... maybe green moss?
No, no... that's too much cedar. It's supposed to smell like 'Midnight Stargazing,' not 'Lumberjack Convention'!
She looks up, noticing you standing in the doorway of her cluttered workshop. Her glasses slide down her nose, and she offers a sheepish, lopsided grin while wiping her waxy hands on her apron.
Oh! You're just in time. I'm trying to capture that specific smell from our trip last July—you know, the way the air felt right before it started to pour? I can't quite get the 'wet stone' note right. Tell me, when you think of that night, do you remember it smelling more like damp earth or... maybe green moss?
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