In the very early morning, while the sun was yet shedding its light on other lands, a visitor came to the newly-opened shop. It was quiet, dark and still, the shopkeeper having long-since concluded her first day of business.

A small, time-faded envelope was place on the doorstep along with a single red rose, the soft petals clinging tightly together against the cool night air.

As the nocturnal visitor stepped away, he turned to look back at the shop and the familiar doorstep, and then he retook his journey.

The shopkeeper would find a note in the envelope written upon a small piece ancient parchment. The note reads as follows:

Dearest shopkeeper,

I feared, given the lateness of the hour and the great distances I am at times required to travel, that I might not have the pleasure of visiting your parfumerie on its opening day. I would like to place an order, but do not know where to begin. I pray ye may be able to decipher the sentiments that I am unable to articulate and wrest from inside.

I wish for a scent that could fill my being with a sense of calm and peace, something I can carry with me always.

It would need to be soft, quiet, sensitive - yet having the ability to dissipate heavy burdens when called upon.

The scent I seek would have the allure of a moon-lit beach, waves cresting and falling upon sun-warmed sands.

When this potion is near me, all cares would fade away. I could bask in its beauty and feel as rich as a king.

I have, on occasion the great fortune to experience such feelings and emotions, though not nearly as oft as I would like. Were I able to be with it always, then my life would truly be heaven blest.

I know the hour is late, for I would have this for a gift to share on St. Valentine's day. I do not know the hour of my return, but, should I tarry, I pray to have occasion to share with ye the source of such delight.

Your devoted servant,

Connar

Earlier, the day of the opening......





Mason arrived a little after 10:00. He was running a little late for the set up but he arrived bearing gifts. The early morning had been spent in the kitchen at the inn. When he arrived at the shop he was carrying two large boxes filled with bite sized fruit tarts and canap's and a pair of Eva's shoes on top. He had opted for a pair of black slacks and a dress shirt and dark blue sweater and of course the signature scent Eless had made for him.

"Stop sweating, Bug. It will be great." Grinning as he came in the door and noted Eless' anxious expression. Mason went about preparing platters of the treats for the customers to snack upon as they came to check out the shop. That done, he busied himself with whatever last minute jobs that needed to be done around the place. He kept the conversation light, joking with Eless and Eva in hopes of calming the nervous new store owner.

When the bell tolled the noon hour he took up a place beside one of the display counters and watched Eless as she went to unlock the door. It was her show. Though Mason had a hand in providing some of the audience for that show. By the half hour mark of Heart Notes Parfumerie being opened a carriage pulled to a stop on the street. "That would be for me." He straightened his sweater and collar and a wink was given to Eva and Eless before he headed to the door and stepped outside.

Mason called up something to the driver of the carriage; he nodded and remained in his seat as Mason opened the door. One by one he helped the women inside the carriage out onto the street. They were, as Mason referred to them, the leaders of the Blue Hair Brigade. The threesome was all elderly and dressed to the nines; no doubt off to high tea after their little shopping excursion. There was Mrs. Vanderkamp, a large woman with a stern face. Mrs. Henson, a fragile mouse of a woman that was constantly plucking at the cuffs of the lace gloves that she wore. The last woman to emerge from the carriage was Mrs. Byrne. A willowy woman with bright blue eyes and a cheery smile.

Mason took Mrs. Byrne's hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm after he had helped her down from the carriage. He paused with the threesome outside the store front. Speaking and laughing with the woman as he showed them the window displays. It was clear that all three of the woman found him to be a most charming fellow. Even Mrs. Vanderkamp was smiling as Mason escorted them to the door of the Perfumerie. He pulled the door and held it open for the other two ladies to step inside. Mrs. Byrne was still on his arm when they joined the others inside.

"Lillian..." he patted Mrs. Byrne's hand." Ladies, welcome to Heart Notes Parfumerie." The threesome were already looking around and taking in the sights of the shop. Mason was smiling as he looked over at Eless and Eva. He did the introductions." So, these are the friends you have told me about, Mason." Lillian said as she smiled to them both. She reiterated her thanks to Eless for the herbal teas she had sent over with Mason. Blue eyes smiling as the elderly woman looked to Eva. "It is a pleasure to meet you both. I can see why I have heard so much about you." She patted Mason on the arm." Why don't you go see to Hattie and Vie while I talk scents with these lovely ladies?" Mason looked between the three of them. He wasn't sure if that was code for women talk but he did give them a nod before he headed off to Mrs. Vanderkamp and Henson. Within moments he had them laughing like young girls over the various scents of delicately carved soaps.

Lillian Byrne smiled cheerfully at Eva and gave her a wink. "He's a rascal and he is right, you are lovely, dear." Looking to Eless then, "Now, tell me about these signature scents."

No doubt the shop would be the talk of the high tea crowd for days to come. Heart Notes should get a few regular clients from that faction.

Elessaria sat sipping tea while her three elderly voisines traded gossip and nibbled on the freshly baked madeleines. Their descent upon the shop, while almost a daily occurrence, was not a surprise for the empath— especially after last night. Their voices provided a quiet humming backdrop for her drifting thoughts.

"Elessaria," Signorina Ortolani cleared her throat more loudly which drew the elfess from her reverie. The blue-haired spinster repeated with a hint of annoyance, "Last night, just who was that who..."

King John's sudden squawking and shouted curses saved Eless from the imminent interrogation. She pushed away from the counter and dashed to the back door of the shop where she saw the courier in a heap of boxes with thousands of delicate white jasmine petals covering his rapidly reddening features. "What in the Nine circles of Hades happened?" she questioned the dazed young man.

"I dinnae know what hit me, ma'am. I'm verra sorra," he sniffled, not because he was truly apologetic, but rather because his allergies were triggered by the unexpected floral shower. With a soft sigh of frustration, the empath escorted the young man into the back room and gave him a cup of an herbal brew to ease the sneezing and an ice pack to help reduce the swelling of the knot on his forehead.

Eless had waved the voisines back into the front room asking them to keep an eye on the business while she gathered up the boxes from the garden courtyard. After sweeping up as much of the jasmine blossoms as possible, she hoped she had enough to make the oils for Aja's fragrance or the project would be delayed and she really did not want to beg a favor of Prince Karan for more.

Raking her slender fingers through her hair, she stepped back out into the main salon in time to see Mistress Thomas set a silver wrapped package on the marble counter top. "What's this?" Eless queried suspiciously.

"It is addressed to you," responded Madame d'Orleans. "We are waiting for you to open it." The three eyed the package and the empath like vultures who hadn't dined on a carcass in over a month.

"Hmm..." was Eless' non-committal reply; however, a quick glance at the card confirmed their statement. The handwriting was unfamiliar, but an amused smile lit her countenance when she read the inside. The voisines glanced at each other and Signorina Ortolani urged her on with a flutter of gnarled fingers. She untied the sapphire bow tentatively in front of her expectant audience and the lingering aura that clung to the ribbon confirmed the sender.

"D"p"ches-toi!" Her tone was gentle, but Madame d'Orleans curiosity was getting the best of her and she wasn't even an elf! Sensing nothing untoward, Eless slowly unwrapped the neatly creased paper whose brightness was beginning to hurt her eyes. Then again, she was most likely beginning a headache after today's events. She kept the paper propped up as an impromptu shield and then peeked warily inside of the box. When she spied the contents within, she dissolved into a fit of merry laughter, quickly replacing the cover and tucking the package safely behind the counter.

The disappoint trio cried in unison, "Well?"

"'Tis nothing, Mesdames," she responded although the sparkling of her eyes belied her words. "'Tis a joke," was all they were going to get out of the empath who then busied herself with dusting the endless collection of breakables that occupied the main windows in an attempt to avoid any further question.

Later in the afternoon when the elfess had a quiet moment, she sat in a shaft of sunlight and penned a note.

The throng of customers that had descended upon Heart Notes seemed to be dispelled faster than the weary proprietress had expected. Elessaria didn't really have time to dwell upon the how's or why's until she saw an unexpected savior in the form of the Hilliard lass from Plumes of Blooms. After the elfess dispatched her last custom order to a beaming young man who had hoped to surprise his fiancee, Eless leaned an ivory silk clad hip against a low table and watched the lovely young woman assist one of the more particular elderly women who frequented Heart Notes, her eyes sparkling during her appraisal.

Genevieve was polite and attentive while listening to Mistress Park's requests. She gently steered the woman to a more appropriate selection — much to Eless' approval. The parfumeuse refused to allow her customers to wear anything but the most suitable fragrances even if it was not what they had originally wanted. Tall, conservatively dressed with neatly coiffed hair and bright, alert eyes. The florist seemed to have a solid background in herblore as well. Could it be true"

There was only one way for Elessaria to find out and when she ushered out the last customer, she beamed a smile to the young woman. "'Tis Ginny, aye?" she questioned softly. "I know thou hast been long away from thy shoppe, but I would love to have thee join me for a cup of tea before I send thee on thy way. 'Tis the least I can do to show my appreciation for thy timely assistance."

http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj239/Elessaria_Devabriel/Heart%20Notes/iris_flower_embr1.jpgThe empath's regard was ascertaining, but her smile gentle as she led the young woman to a seat at the counter where she kept a constant supply of fresh tea and coffee, along with a small tray of delicate cookies— usually madelaines and margarites. She deftly poured two cups and took a seat as well with a small sigh of relief slipping unbidden from her lips. "That was a bit insane if I must admit. Thy timing was impeccable, Ginny."

"I was very glad to be of help, ma'am." Ginny's smile broke free of its own accord. "It's the season with all the parties and gift giving. We won't see such a sight until just the day before. Fresh poinsettias and bright roses to add to greenery gathered from the woods. My brothers handle it all, but there is two of them. On their own, I am sure they would never be as calm as you are."

The empath's laughter spilled freely, light and warm. "I am glad I at least appeared to be calm." She set the mug in front of Ginny along with a small tray with the usual tea compliments. "I am so relieved thou hast some flowers left for me during this crush time. If thy brothers handle most of the customers at thy shoppe, may I ask what thou dost do there?"

"Thank you, ma'am" She whispered as she collected the cup and just before she sipped, she giggled. "Handle my mother?" On the heels of it she blanched. "Oh, do forgive me, I mean, I do arranging most in the back and assist my mother with her care of our hot house plants." Eless nearly choked on her first sip of tea; luckily she hadn't actually drunk it yet. Amusement and mischief sparkled in her eyes over the rim of her cup. "Oh, I see." There was definitely no judgment in her tone, only mirth tugging at the corners of her lips. "That definitely sounds like the more fun part. The actual flower arranging, not the parental management," she explained with a merry wink.

"Oh, yes, ma'am. I do enjoy it. My father used to say I had an eye for it, but he was often over kind to me." The young woman's eyes dropped to the tea once more and she took a sip, then a thoughtful tilt of her head. "I do like this blend. Have you added a touch of bitter apple to it?" She was not quite sure, as the other spices were trying to toy with her senses and added, "Well, it is very good. Your own blend?"

She nodded. "Aye, some bitter apple with warm spices. It seems thy palate is as keen as thy nose. I am glad thou dost enjoy it, but I can nay claim the blend as my own. Just one I picked up at a little tea and spice shop in the market, Fire and Spice." There was a nearly imperceptible arch of her brow and the empath sensed the topic of the woman's father was too sensitive to probe. At least for now. "Dost thou have a favorite flower?" The reasons for asking such would hopefully reward the parfumeuse with some intimate knowledge of the person behind the composed demeanor.

"Oh my," Ginny breathed out at the question, but there was a smile there, just bursting with delight in every image she drew up in her minds eye. "I am quite fond of calla lilies, oh and white roses, and foxglove, and purple irises ..." she laughed a little. "I fear I have too many favorites, but pressed, I would have to say irises. Or, no maybe calla lilies." A roll of blue-green eyes at her inability to choose a favorite.

"I believe if I had the luxury of a greenhouse and all those choices, 'twould be difficult for me to choose as well," Eless responded understandingly. She paused for a sip, enjoying the breath of freshness that seemed to surround Ginny. A nice contrast to the stuffy old biddies and panicked boyfriends that had thronged the shoppe earlier. "Is it the colours or the shapes or the scents even, that lead to thy preference?"

A thoughtful sip of the tea, and the budding floral designer put determined thought to analyzing her likes. "I think for some it is the scent, and for others the shape, and others the color. Calla lilies have such an interesting shape, just the feel of them so strong yet fragile. Irises have colors in such beautiful blends, have you ever seen an iris look poorly in an arrangement or in a lady's hair, or even on a hat' I cannot think of a time I have. And roses, white roses, from baby to elderly lady, white roses are both cute and dignified. Would you not agree?" she questioned, her eyes wide and wondering what the lady thought.

"I have all three in my little garden out back. They each have such unique and striking beauty." Her head tilted slightly. "Although, I believe I may have given irises short shrift until now." She chuckled warmly. "Not too many of the Calla lilies have fragrance, but the ones I selected just had to be a scented variety. 'Tis a wonder the peafowl do nay faint from an aromatic assault on their poor senses!" More chuckles were interspersed with her sipping. "Thou dost seem to have an interest in more than just arranging and cultivating flowers, Ginny. May I ask how deep it doth lie?"

There was not even the beat of hesitation. Something about the woman, the shop, the openness of it, no scolding or ridiculing, she just felt so free and easy. "My father was an herbalist where we come from. He spent days in the fields, and I've known sprigs of lavender to mugwort since I was very little. Mother loves flowers and treats them like little people. And they can have that effect can't they' They just can make a moment seem better or brighter, a scent can bring happy memories, or even sad. They keep people we hold dear close even when they are gone." A little ashamed of herself, she ducked her head. "I'm sorry, I just think there is more to them than being a plant with a happy scent. Mix them correctly and you can heal someone. That's powerful."

"Yes!" was Eless' whispered encouragement. She nodded as she listened, eyes sparkling with excitement; a rush of ideas flitting rapid fire in her mind. "My mother was a healer and herbalist as well. 'Tis how I started and somehow it hath grown into this." She swept an upturned palm at the main salon of the shoppe. The empath tilted her head to one side, regarding Ginny thoughtfully. "I can imagine 'tis nay much opportunity to create along those lines, because people tend to be more visual when it doth come to floral arrangements, aye?"

"Yes, ma'am. I can still sneak an herb or two in there, something to reach the senses even without them knowing at times. I do worry that perhaps I should not, but so far none have complained." There was a bright, if brief, laugh to that and a blush of impishness to the young woman's cheeks.

"I bet it doth make them a return customer," added with a sage nod with a quiet chuckle.

Ginny countered, "May I ask, ma'am, do you have a favorite flower?"

"Aye, I do. 'Tis the simple little freesia blossom. Forgotten amongst showier blooms, but its scent is delicate and memorable." Her eyes shone as she spoke. "'Tis able to blend with so many other notes as well."

"How true. A good freesia is very delicate to grow as well. As you know, of course." Very glad she stopped herself on that one, talking to the woman as if she did not know her trade. Ginny almost pinched herself for being so foolish. "It is a lovely scent. It suits you, too, if you do not mind me saying. Stands on its own or beautifully blending with others to enhance their own virtues, rather like you do with some of your more...incorrigible customers?"

The shoppe's owner laughed freely and outright. "Thou didst pick up on that already, hmm' I noticed how thou didst quite deftly turn some to a more suitable choice." She nodded her approval and appreciation."'Twas quite skillful."

"Yes, well, I simply could not let Mrs. Treaton think she could wear peasblossom. Could you imagine?" She looked to the ceiling as if amused at the image that conjured.

"Definitely not! Too delicate to work with the soaps she favors to launder with!" She filched a cookie from the tray and nibbled it slowly. "They just do nay seem to think their ideas entirely through."

"It can be difficult, of course, to realize that a particular scent you favor can be completely squelched beneath the power of another, or lye. Lands sake, no one seems to think lye has any effect at all, but it has a powerful scent in its own right, and so stringent. But no, let's just sprinkle some rose water on the pillows, that will solve it". Her laughter sang out like a robin's song.

The empath grew to like this young woman more and more as their conversation progressed. Her easy laughter and quick wit were very refreshing. Eless refrained from adding how many just added perfume instead of bathing regularly, although the thought did pop randomly into her head. "I am certain 'tis similiar in thy shoppe. Sometimes a contrast of shapes and colors can be stunning and other times 'tis simply a riotous mess."

"Oh, you would not believe, ma'am, the things sometimes people ask for. My brother is very good at steering them clear of it, but one man was not to be put off. Pineapples and carnations. Can you imagine" I had to go to the green grocers and buy pineapples and try my best to arrange the fanfare carnations around them." Ginny did realize she was starting to get a little too free with her words, and she settled down a little. "Well, as you know, sometimes they cannot be put off, but pleasing them is best."

"Pineapples and carnations?" So much for lady-like demeanor, the elfess nearly spewed her tea at that. "Oh by the heavens!" When her laughter calmed down, she eased her way into her next line of questioning. "So, dost thou spend the entire day working at thy family's place?"

"Not the entire day, ma'am. I go over the books with my brothers once a week, we are closed, as you know, on Mondays. Inventory and arrangements, and I get some free time that day. Then mornings on days we are open to do general arrangements. Most of my time is my own to help wherever I can."

Eless tapped her lower lip."What dost thou like to do in thy free time, Ginny?" She had noticed her lingering when she brought the deliveries and how the young woman seemed to enjoy exploring the parfumerie.

"When the weather is fine, I like to take walks in the woods and fields. The hot house is wonderful and it does keep the plants so well, but there is nothing like the scent of wild growing things. I like to make nosegays in my travels. It's like a puzzle to piece together just the right items. When the weather is more like this, I read and cook a little, and paint a little more than I do than when the weather is good."

"It doth sound wonderfully relaxing! I still enjoy finding "prizes" in the fields and woods. There is just something a bit more....rich...rewarding...when 'tis found in nature, methinks." She listened attentively. The young woman was charming, intelligent and well-spoken as well. All positive attributes. "Well, Ginny. I owe thee a debt of thanks for jumping in and saving me from drowning in a sea of angry customers. What wouldest thou say to getting the opportunity to create a signature scent for thyself" Some day this week, mayhaps" I would be more than happy to allow thee free rein of my work room."

She smiled, eyes widened with delighted surprise. "Oh, ma'am, I would dearly love to. I am, well," her hand trembled a little and she set down the teacup quite unsure of herself for a moment. Ginny continued, "That is so very kind of you. Yes, please. Should I call in two days?" and she realized how eager that sounded. "Or whenever you think best."

"Two days would be fine, Ginny". The petite elfess had ulterior motives. She truly wanted to thank the woman for her help, but she also wanted to see more of her natural talent. If she could tempt her to spend more time at ~Heart Notes~, all the better. She needed an assistant — someone talented. Ginny seemed to have a wealth of it naturally. "Whenever thy family can do without thine assistance will be fine. I can always carve out some time for us and if a customer should arrive, thou wouldest be spared from my hovering." She laughed softly.

"I find it hard to believe you ever hover, ma'am, but I would be glad of your guidance. A scent of my own. My mother would never believe."She laughed and stood. "I fear I should be getting back. Thank you for the tea, ma'am, and the conversation."

"Oh, 'twas my pleasure. I enjoyed thy company very much." The empath rose as well, her smile lighting her face and eyes. "Please apologize to thy family for my keeping thee so long from thy duties and thank thee for the flowers on such short notice. I know I can always rely on thy family in a crush."

"They will be pleased to hear it, and not to mind the time. I am," Ginny paused and took a breath, then finished with a soft voice, "rather sure they did not notice." She made her way to the door, pulling on her coat and pinning her hat in place once more. "Until next time."

The faintly spoken remark did not go unnoticed, but Eless did not comment on it. So many ideas! So much potential! Her mind was racing as she waved cheerfully and bid her farewells. "Until then, Ginny! Do nay let them force thee to mix pineapples and carnations!"

There was a wave and a laugh in that parting and the young Hilliard lass made her way back to her family's shop.

————————— ((Adapted from live play with the Ginny's talented player!))

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This is the second unique offering in Heart Notes Parfumerie's RhyDin inspired fragrances. This unisex eau de parfum is custom crafted by Elessaria Devabriel herself in celebration of the diverse denizens of our city.

The fragrance opens with a light, citrus air that is grounded with subtle spices. As it develops, one can detect a hint of fruit blended with a touch of floral and more spices. The dry down's base notes evoke that mysterious "Je ne sais quoi" quality that is reflective of most of RhyDin's inhabitants.

This exclusive fragrance comes in an exquisite, multi-coloured, hand-blown, glass bottle trimmed in real 24karat gold. http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj239/Elessaria_Devabriel/Heart%20Notes/technicolor2.jpg

RhyDin In Technicolour contains the following (but is not limited to) notes:

Top notes: green mango, cyclamen, amalfi lemon, cardamon, bergamot, petit grain. Middle notes: honey, saffron, raspberry, chamomile, ginger, African orange flower, jasmine. End notes: almond, tobacco, coriander, opoponax, Oud (agarwood).

Kruger had made this journey before, but certainly not for the same reasons. Then it had been a delivery, and while he used that as his reason for needing to leave the shop today, it was far from truth. There were deliveries to make, one in particular was going to prove the most difficult, but that was after this stop off.

Was it wrong to use deception in this way' Kruger honestly wasn't sure. Had he mentioned to S"jira that he was stopping by the parfumerie, he was sure she would have wanted to come along. While this was condition was usually most looked forward too, it did tend to make arranging gifts difficult. Perhaps he shouldn't consider this to be a lie then but a truth omitted by necessity that will be divulged at a later and more appropriate time. He tried to tell himself this over and over again, but it still felt like a lie. He had promised that there would be no more of those. Not out loud mind, but since the Winterfest ball, where he had held back from her his true feelings on what the Panther's disappearance meant to him, he had kept nothing from her. Like this however some things required the appropriate time, or company. He invented reasons to be alone with her in those moments where the crowds would be at their most imposing. She was usually grateful for them; crowds seemed to leave her with many apprehensions. The brought a stress to her face that he found difficult to bear. Short of dispersing the crowds he was powerless against them. His fabricated reasons were gifts to her for enduring his own passion for the crowd. He was sure she knew his reasons were simply to keep her comfortable. She had chanced to see his antics one evening when he hadn't expected her to make it to the dueling arena. S"jira had rightly told him that he took much pleasure from the cheers and jeers of those in attendance.

Kruger really didn't understand why these thoughts were forefront as he made his way to Heart Notes. He had heard that Eless could be commissioned to make scents specific to people. S"jira's birthday was some time away, months in fact, but Kruger wanted to give Eless as much time as possible to create this one scent. To his way of thinking, it was the only perfect scent.

The door swung easily inward, and he stepped through into the store front. The counter seemed to be abandoned temporarily, though it was nearing lunch time. He supposed that he could have timed this visit better, but he tended to be a creature of impulse. Kruger looked around before calling out. "Is there anyone here??

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~Heart Notes~ has created a lovely gift basket as one of the door prizes to be given away at the Yule Celebration. The large wicker basket, decorated with poinsettas and pinecones, contains a variety of luxury personal and home fragrance items in her second, unisex creation for this winter season. Eau de parfum, body butters, snowflake shaped soaps, candles and the like fill the basket and are also available for purchase at the parfumerie until the end of this year only. Supplies are VERY limited. Winter Wonderland is a unisex creation that is carefully crafted to evoke pleasant memories of a fresh snowfall in the woodlands. It opens with crisp, light notes which are balanced with a very light, powdery floral. The end notes linger with a lush a warmth upon the skin.

Top notes include: angelica root, juniper berries, coriander and cassis Heart notes: vetiver, heliotrope, anise, and geranium Base notes: galbanum, cashmeran, white musk and a touch of patchouli

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Heart Notes Parfumerie was not far from her aunt's jewelry shop in New Haven. Maggie headed over to make a somewhat formal request of Eless. She set an envelope on the counter that was addressed to Lady Elessaria Devabriel in neatly scripted handwriting. Inside on lilac scent note paper was the following message:

Dear Miss Elessaria,

I am hoping that you or someone on your staff would be willing to help with the Children's Day festivities at Hatton Point this year on 17 and 18 April. One of the venues has to do with plants and gardening. I hope that you might be able to tell the kids about how perfume scents are made from plants and flowers. If you have a different idea that might help, please let me know.

Thank you,

Mairead Harker

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~Heart Notes~ Parfumerie is honoured to provide one of the five select prizes awarded at this year's Golden Gala Celebration on the 20th of October. Owner and Master Parfumeuse, Elessaria Devabriel, has created a unique, custom-couture fragrance named Lunar Gold for this special occasion. This unisex offering opens with notes to evoke the crisp moonlight of an autumn's full moon. The scent then transitions to capture the golden warmth of the last sunset, only to linger on one's skin like a lover's caress.

Lunar Gold contains the following (but is not limited to) the following notes:

Opening accords: green tea flower, dewberry, moonflower, juniper berries Heart accords: lady of the night, sideritis (mountain tea), French labdanum, wrightia Base accords: saffron, light and dark amber, cyperus scariosus, galbanum, sichuan pepper This singular eau de parfum is decanted in a bottle crafted by highly talented, Ethan Kaiser of Kaiser Glassworks. https://i.pinimg.com/564x/46/84/a9/4684a97800536e3a40e89d170c407f63.jpg

Three bottles of an eau de toilette version will be available to the public for a limited time. All proceeds will go the Sarengrave House Project. ———- Many, many thanks to all who helped and encouraged me with this return to a part of my play/writing which I truly enjoy. Also, continued thanks to Ethan's player for our continued "canon" of working together all these years! XO