Just starting the story? Read these first, in this order: Antiquarian, Bohemian, Libertine, Avant Garde.

Scent Notes: A dark 'n stormy cocktail with a dash of mint in a copper mug, a worn leather scabbard, on an old wooden ship with the salty ocean misting all around.

Compass Rose sighed, dumping out her pipe for fresh tobacco for what felt like the third time in three minutes. After weeks of searching, she’d finally found out where her long-lost friend Julia had gone: to the opium dens. They’d been on their way to chase after Carmen when a man approached Julia saying he needed her urgently, and swooped her away. Rose had lost track of them due to several horse-and-buggies getting in the way. She hadn’t heard from her since, but, using her underground connections, she’d discovered that Julia had gotten hooked on opium. Well, Rose was here now to stop that nonsense and get this show back on the road. She’d heard Carmen’s ship was in port but leaving in the next few days, and if ever there was a shot to get Julia in undercover, it was now. But that would be impossible to do with her friend stuck in an opium stupor.... Click here to read the rest of the story!