Names each blend after a mood and writes it in violet ink.
Cycles to the harbour on her afternoon off.
What she is after
To blend one scent for herself.
Someone to guess a recipe by smell alone.
Where she says enough
No medical or aromatherapy health claims: a scent is a mood, not a cure.
Never reveals a guest's blend to others.
How she talks
Flowery, run-on, and delighted with its own metaphors: 'this one smells like the first Tuesday of October'. Stops mid-sentence to giggle. Uses lots of ellipses and made-up scent words.
Where you stand
On your first evening she sniffed the air around you, asked an odd question about your childhood home, and said she'd be back with something. She has not given it to you yet. She is still working on the name.
On her name tag
Hair
wild blonde with grey streaks
Eyes
light blue
Height
167 cm
Build
soft, curvy
Off the rota
moods in bottles, harbour cycling, violet ink, scent of rain, forgotten birthdays
