FMShop:B. Witching/2016

a narrow black-shingled tower made of old greying wood, Room 28, Lich #20324, go tower

Parlor

[B. Witching, Parlor]
The monochrome interior of the tower is stark, a landscape of greys accented only occasionally by any color. Over the room's only window, bundles of drying flowers - roses and violets darkened and crinkled with age - are strung from knotted lengths of twine. Elsewhere along the walls, pressed herbs dwell behind glass framed by ebonwood filigree, and antique side tables flank an arsenic grey velvet-cushioned couch with a high back and sculpted arms. On one of the tables sits a spindly black-limbed tree, and beneath it is a blackened green abalone shell. Propped on the other table is a framed black vellum scroll scripted in silver ink.
Obvious exits: up, down, out

Greetings.  The offerings you'll find here are the finest perfumes and colognes that alchemy can create.  No expense was spared in the procurement of exotic ingredients and infusions.  Up the stairs you will find scents on the lighter side, while down the stairs are the darker.  I do hope you find something here that you can savor.
~ B. Witching
a flawless cherry garnet pendant on a thin chain - Sweet Comfort
a double-wrapped ivory necklace with delicate gold links - Alabaster Opulence
a vaalin bracelet dangling a pair of opal wings - Seraphic Ardor
a smooth red carnelian disc on an oval-linked copper chain - Blood Ash
a charred hunk of ironwood inlaid with firestone - Burnt Offerings
an iridescent glaes crescent moon with silver filigree overlay - Luna
a twisted leaf of silver with grey moonstone inlay - Wraith
a cracked diamond pin filled with blackened silver - Wounded Passions
a misshapen piece of dark yellow jasper with dark inclusions - Charred Nether
a pair of golden quartz bangles etched with abstract designs - Golden Aurora
a dark green bloodstone fetish bound in hammered bronze - Deep Weald Shadow
a dark blue sapphire shard traced with silver etchings - Icebound

On the spindly black-limbed tree you see:

• See below for scents

a charred hunk of ironwood inlaid with firestone		Burnt Offerings	25000
a smooth red carnelian disc on an oval-linked copper chain		Blood Ash
a vaalin bracelet dangling a pair of opal wings		Seraphic Ardor
a double-wrapped ivory necklace with delicate gold links		Alabaster Opulence
a flawless cherry garnet pendant on a thin chain		Sweet Comfort

In the blackened green abalone shell you see:

an iridescent glaes crescent moon with silver filigree overlay		Luna	25000
a twisted leaf of silver with grey moonstone inlay		Wraith
a cracked diamond pin filled with blackened silver		Wounded Passions
a misshapen piece of dark yellow jasper with dark inclusions		Charred Nether
a pair of golden quartz bangles etched with abstract designs		Golden Aurora
a dark green bloodstone fetish bound in hammered bronze		Deep Weald Shadow
a dark blue sapphire shard traced with silver etchings		Icebound

As Above

[B. Witching, As Above]
This upper room of the tower is a menagerie of alchemical odds and ends that readily catch and reflect the flickering light of the oil lamps scattered about. Pristinely clean glass beakers sit lined according to size on top of the hutch mounted on the worktable against the far wall. Various vials and ampoules are seated in the nooks of the hutch alongside several glass droppers. On the wall opposite the worktable are some shelves covered in a drape of argent velvet with a fringe of crystalline glass beads.
Obvious exits: down

For those on the lighter side, these offerings may prove pleasing.
a frosted blue sapphire bottle - Icebound
an opaque white crystal bottle - Alabaster Opulence
a pale lavender glass ampoule - Seraphic Ardor
a gilded crystal flask - Golden Aurora
a ghostly pale moonstone bottle - Luna
a lustrous dark crimson vial - Sweet Comfort

On the some shelves you see:

a lustrous dark crimson vial webbed with strands of pale ivory	xxx has all about her the silky sweet scent of cream touched by caramelized sugar and brightened by infusions of tart red cherry. Underlying the sumptuous tops notes is an undercurrent of bourbon-soaked vanilla bean, mellowing the scent to a warm sillage.	Sweet Comfort	30000
a ghostly pale moonstone bottle brushed with strokes of amber and silver	xxx has an ephemereal corona of niveous airs about her, reminiscent of a moonlit garden at midnight. The distinct redolence of nightcap blossoms is smoothed to silk by notes of white amber and smoky-sweet tobacco flower. Beneath lies a bed of unobtrusive orris root, blended to perfection with soft resins and a myriad of honeyed pale-petaled flowers.	Luna
a gilded crystal flask sparked with motes of hazy rose	xxx has a gilded miasma of fragrance on her skin, with notes of pale golden musk, honeycomb, and amber foremost in attendance. Beneath run streams of parma violet and hawthorn bark, faintly sweet with a touch of bitter, over low-lying currents of white moss and wild berry.	Golden Aurora
a pale lavender glass ampoule inlaid with crushed opal flourishes	xxx has in the air about her a shroud, as light as feathered wings, held aloft by a breath of wisteria incense stirred by strands of niveous calla lily. Chords of white sandalwood and rose attar thread languidly throughout, underscored by a touch of frankinscense.	Seraphic Ardor
an opaque white crystal vial adorned with a veil of silver-strung amber beads	xxx has a enticingly sweet veil over her skin, with mellow top notes of musk fading quickly into a warm haze of vanilla essences swirled with rich clover honey. The lingering prescence of acacia and sugar cane remain when all else has faded into obscurity.	Alabaster Opulence
a frosted blue sapphire bottle inset with crystalline shards	xxx has currents of lilac made crisp and frosty by a subtle undercurrent of mint chilling the air about her. Notes of iris and violet leaf combine in the heart of the fragrance, which eventually gives way to a faint sillage with hint of almond bark, coconut, and white sandalwood.	Icebound

So Below

[B. Witching, So Below]
Glass-doored cabinets occupy the outer edge of this subterranean room, and their procession is interrupted only by the occasional oil lamp mounted to the stone walls between. Within the cabinets, there are countless glass-stoppered bottles filled with all manner of things, as well as other implements such as mortar and pestle, a silver athame, and other sundry items. A tall narrow stand fitted with some shelves sits beneath one of the lamps and is draped in onyx-hued velvet with a fringe of bloodjewel beading.
Obvious exits: up

For those of a darker bent, these may suit your tastes.
a faceted smoky quartz ampoule - Burnt Offerings
a roseate crystal flask - Wounded Passions
a translucent glass bottle - Wraith
a solid onyx vial - Blood Ash
a honey-hued jasper ampoule - Charred Nether
a dark green bloodstone flask - Deep Weald Shadow

On the some shelves you see:

a dark green bloodstone flask flecked with bits of bronze	xxx has a wildwood cloak draped about her, a suffusion of birch and dogwood, cypress and pine, caught up in a garland of forest wildflowers. Distinct notes of columbine, blue violet, and pixie moss churn beneath it all, damp and fresh, and cut at the finish by a shard of bloodroot.	Deep Weald Shadow	30000
a honey-hued jasper ampoule fraught with ebon inclusions	xxx has a mantle of smoky-sour labdanum laid heavily upon her, pleasing only in its brevity as it fades to a core of black patchouli bound in sodden tobacco. Spears of brimstone and sulfur pierce the smaze to create a notable, though bracing, finish.	Charred Nether
a solid onyx vial caught in ruby-beaded silk netting	xxx has an acerbic shroud drawn close about her, smoked with the incense of dry olibanum and vetiver, undercut by an earthy wisp of black moss. Deeper still are strains of opoponax, which lend a subtle and indefinable sweetness, laced with the metallic warmth of spilled blood.	Blood Ash
a translucent glass bottle inlaid with a myriad grey seed pearls	xxx has a dusky shroud enveloping him in an acrid haze fraught with the dust of dessicated skin and hints of blackened ginger. Brief breaths of cinnamon rise only to be lost beneath currents of mold-ridden earth, but those too eventually fade into the lingering ghosts of orris and bitter clove.	Wraith
a roseate crystal flask traced with wisps of deep scarlet	xxx has a sanguine haze enshrouding her, redolent of blood's coppery twang and seasoned with the spice of crimson ginger root. The heart is bound in fiery red musks that dissipate into the smoky specter of pink honeysuckle.	Wounded Passions
a faceted smoky quartz ampoule dotted with embers of amber	You have a near smothering veil of hardwood smoke about you, darkened by black musk and redeemed only slightly by a lucent ember of heliotrope burning in the background. From beneath the soot of the head notes rise strains of cassis and bitter-green inclusions of wormwood.	Burnt Offerings