No. 16 Galimar
The door to the Galimar apartment swings open and a rush of orange and cinnamon hits the air at once. Nutmeg sits right beside them, sharp and dry, while vanilla softens the edges without turning the room sweet. Rose and iris float through the space together, the iris giving a powdery hush to the petals. Patchouli grounds the blend with a woody weight that keeps the spices from floating away.
A guest leans against the kitchen counter with a glass in hand, surrounded by the scent. The citrus brightens the dim light of the room while the cinnamon warms the air near the stove. Nutmeg adds a rough texture to the smoothness of the vanilla. Rose and iris continue to drift through the conversation, neither one rising above the other.
Someone opens a window and the orange brightens further in the cooler air. Cinnamon and nutmeg hold their place near the doorway, unchanged by the draft. Vanilla smoothens the sharper edges of the patchouli, which sits heavy near the floor. The powder from the iris settles into the fabric of the coat hanging on the chair.
The rose lingers near the bookshelf while the vanilla continues to wrap around the spines of the books, and the patchouli
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