A black vanilla ink upon musky pages. Suitable for all. A perfume to stimulate the heart and mind.
The initial scent of salty tears fades gracefully into whispers of a freshly healed heart. The dark odour of pain and sorrow is harmonized by the spice of anger that bursts from gleaming swords.
To soften it, wafts of sweet smiles and honeyed laughs.
And finally a top note of hope that soars with each page turn, released with a crinkling sigh.