Solid Fragrance
Aura
When a god passed, the air remembered. Not a cloud of perfume. A trace: warm, close, gone when you turned to find it. The Greeks had a word for that breath of air. Aura. Hebea pressed it into balm, so that mortals could carry it too.
Solid fragrance in slim black tins: vanilla sandalwood, rose sandalwood, cedar tobacco and Speakeasy, warmed on a fingertip and worn on the pulse points. Solid perfume for the pocket, the purse and the long day.
