FRAGRANCE FAMILY	SUBFAMILY	SECONDARY
Woody	Dry Woods	Paper

“When falsehood can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?”

A breath caught between tenderness and terror, this scent drifts like the ghost of a life preserved too carefully. It smells of gentility turned fragile, of knowledge gathered in trembling hands, of love dissected under sterile light.

Spun Silk – Soft and immaculate, the veil of perfection she wears. It glimmers like innocence under a scalpel’s edge, so beautiful, delicate, and impossible to repair once torn.

Dead Leaves – The perfume of decay beneath propriety. Faintly bitter and autumnal, it whispers of the gardens left untended, of life unraveling under quiet resignation.

Wisteria – Sweet, climbing, and mournful. Its floral hush winds through the air like an unspoken apology, beauty suffocating under its own weight.

Entomology Research Papers – Dry pages and fine dust; the scent of obsession catalogued. Ink, specimen pins, and the patience of one who loves enough to preserve what should have been left to die.

She is devotion embalmed: fragile, intelligent, and eerily still. The scent lingers like pressed flowers between brittle pages: the memory of love, studied and slowly coming apart.

Inspired by the novel Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus, by Mary Shelley.

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ELIZABETH LAVENZA

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