Art by Tenebrous Kate
Words by Edgar Allan Poe
Scents by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly — for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.
It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker.
A sycophant’s polished stench: green musk fougere, lime, and rose-tufted wig powder.
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