Mood: Papers shuffle as the writer selects his pen, inkwells wait. Words form slowly, swirled across the pages like leaves and vines. A poem is born.
Smells like: Glowing amber and aged paper, laced with toasted sugar and poetry.
Scent Strength: Medium
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Customer Reviews
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In the quiet of the study, a pen glides across the surface of the creamy paper, a swish, a swoop, a flourish, a dance of quill and ink.
Heartfelt words of love and longing slowly fill the page. A poem for one long absent, a plea to return. The writer pauses to remember, a voice, a touch, a promise.
The writing resumes. A P.S. becomes a vow. Ink is blotted, the letter carefully folded. Soon red wax pools upon the surface, pressed with a seal.
The story has been written except for the end.