MANUSCRIPT - 8OZ

You remember the study differently each time. Sunlight through leaded glass, or was it evening? The desk was darker wood than it actually was. At the core of your memory lives the weight of bound pages, ink long dried, and something sweet... like an orange blossom cutting through the must. Black pepper settles like dust in slanted light. Benzoin and charred oak construct the room around you, while vetiver grounds what memory cannot. The vanilla essence is there for your comfort, or maybe you've added it yourself.