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Scent Notes: The metallic, exciting swirl of a downtown city, with wisps of exhaust and hot concrete. Hot black tea and white amber bring a touch of old world class, and copal resin deepens.

Julia woke with her head pounding, the smell of garbage stinging her nostrils The sun was so bright, and her normally soft featherbed felt rock hard, like pavement. She could hear people yelling, and many other other bustling sounds close by. This didn’t seem like her bedroom. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes, and discovered that she was, indeed, outside, apparently in some kind of alleyway. Sitting up, she felt a wave of nausea, but forced it back down. Julia had no idea where she was, nor how she got there. A moment flickered through her subconscious of a man promising to take her places, and was quickly washed away. She needed food, and a proper cup of tea. But where was she? Who could help her? to read the rest of the story!