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  • Scent Notes
    A bubbling concoction of thick, resinous elimi brewed in a cauldron in the stone cellars of an old, forgotten manor house. Candles light the walls and have dripped for hundreds of years. Cardamom and sweet oud, and an unexpected touch of bright sassafras.
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      Theresa sighed, swiping left for approximately the fiftieth time in a row. “I will never, ever find a man,” she announced to her roommate, Becca, who was cooking them a healthy dinner of macaroni and cheese. Theresa down the rest of her wine, and Becca swiftly arrived with the bottle, pouring the rest into Theresa’s glass. “It is completely and totally hopeless.” Becca rolled her eyes in agreement. “I know what you mean, but honestly, just stop trying! You might be surprised!” She strolled back into the kitchen and popped another bottle open; it was a Friday night, after all. Why not? They were both postgraduate students working in the same lab at the local university, studying hereditary diseases and biology. They could both go into more specific, scientific detail, but that’s not the point of this story.

      Two boxes of mac and cheese and two more bottles of wine later, Theresa and Becca were swiping through on Theresa’s account, saying no to basically every man who showed up. “Oh god, another one with a fish!” Becca yelped. “If I see another man holding a fish or next to a tiger, I will scream!” Theresa squealed as she swiped left onto the next guy, who was indeed posing next to a tiger. Becca screamed. “WHY?!” and they both laughed so hard Theresa had to run to the bathroom to avoid an accident. She came back in, crying from laughter. “Why can’t I find a man who makes me laugh the way you do, Becs?” Becca just smiled and raised her glass. “There is no man like me, Theresa. My brain is too powerful.” Theresa laughed. “Oh, that’s so true. If I could just build a man like that toy shop where you can make your own stuffed animals, I’d be all set.” Becca laughed so hard she started crying, and she spilled her wine all over the table. “Okay, this is the sign I have to go to bed now,” she said, running to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. After cleaning up, she said goodnight, and headed to bed, leaving Theresa alone with her wine, the overhead light casting her in an odd glow.... Click here to read the rest of the story!


      Scent Notes: A bubbling concoction of thick, resinous elimi brewed in a cauldron in the stone cellars of an old, forgotten manor house. Candles light the walls and have dripped for hundreds of years. Cardamom and sweet oud, and an unexpected touch of bright sassafras.

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