Scent Notes: A classic Victorian manse set ablaze, filling the air with burning books and cherry furniture, exotic spices and incense, red and black musks, and violets. Far in the distance, the manor was burning. Smoke billowed out of the windows beginning in the library on the second floor. Cherry furniture and leather-bound tomes turned to ash as the fire began to spread throughout the manse, climbing the walls and unfurling to the top and bottom floors with equal veracity. The smoke took on a distinct violet note as the fire tore through the closets, and turned spicy when it reached the kitchen pantry. With alarming quickness, the entire manse was engulfed in flames, right down to the moor it had stood upon for decades. People ran from nearby houses to see where the fire was, and stood in horror as the manse burned down in front of their very eyes. Weeping could be heard from miles around. “This is just awful,” one woman wept to her husband. “The Morris mansion is destroyed! This poor family! Our poor town!” Indeed, the Morris family had been a long-standing pillar of the community for as long as the house had stood. They were the wealthiest family in town by far, which certainly cemented their status. There was hardly a person in town who wasn’t somehow touched or involved with the Morris family, and they famously threw Halloween and Christmas parties that were open to all the townsfolk so everyone could have a wonderful holiday celebration and a hearty meal. They had founded a charity, and their factory chain employed many locals. Of course, that doesn’t mean they were well-liked or universally adored.... Click here to read the rest of the story!
