Light Academia!

Mood: In the museum archives, treasures are stored, waiting to be catalogued and studied.

Smells like: Leather bound books, old wooden relics, and warm cocoa butter and coconut wafting from the nearby café.

Scent Strength: Medium

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In the hour before the museum opens, the curator walks the halls. He scans each new exhibit, checking that the labels are correct and the glass is polished. His life work will be displayed today. He knows each carefully catalogued artifact like the back of his hand.

Each tells a story not just of its own history, but of his life. Of hours spent researching and restoring. Of long nights in the silence of his workshop. Now all is ready. His knowledge will spread among the patrons. His love of history shared with all.

Mood: A quill pen traces across a sheet of paper, detailing promises, dreams, and longing.

Smells like: Citrus and saffron, warm woods, and rich amber.

Scent Strength: Medium

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A sepia tinted photograph sits in a pewter frame upon the desk. The writer's finger traces over it before selecting a sheet of fresh writing paper and her favorite pen. Words tumble in her mind, promises of fidelity and expressions of admiration.

Her heart is so full she must spill it on the page. Dipping her pen in the inkwell she paints a picture in her mind, of two hearts so entwined the space between them means nothing at all. Her words will reach her beloved soon.

Mood: On the grounds of a stately manor, elegant folk gather to dine upon the lawn.

Smells like: Freshly-made strawberry preserves, peanut butter, and toasted bread.

Scent Strength: Medium

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A cloth is spread out on the green lawn beside the fountain. Upon it, delicacies are spread. Sandwiches cut into triangles sit beside a basket of berries and a plate of meats and cheeses. A pitcher of lemonade is passed around the party as laughter and good conversation are likewise shared.

The wind gently shakes the boughs of the tree, sending petals floating down towards the diners. Clouds drift across the blue sky above, and birds sing in the distance. A perfect afternoon where time stands still and memories are made beneath the sunny sky.

Mood: Fingers trace the spine as the tea steeps on the table. The choice of book essential to the quiet hour.

Smells like: Black tea and soft rosebuds, bergamot and cedarwood.

Scent Strength: Medium

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The reader sits in silence, turning pages in contemplation. A smile graces her lips at a moment of humor only for her brow to furrow as the plot thickens.

Beside her on the table, dark tea steams within a china cup. She reaches for it and takes it in her hand, her eyes never leaving the words on the page.

Here she will wile away the hours. Lost in the bliss of her favorite book.

Mood: Women gather in sunhats and men with canes to stroll among the garden paths.

Smells like: Honey cakes served on pristine platters, vanilla cream and blossoming roses.

Scent Strength: Medium

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Tables lined with pristine table cloths sit beneath the shade of flowering trees. Floral arrangements picked from the garden attract dancing butterflies.

Upon the tables are spread delicacies. Sweet cakes, bowls of fruit, sparkling wine, and pyramids of carefully stacked sandwiches.

The guests in their finery flock to the garden as the musicians begin to play.

Mood: As a stringed quartet plays in the garden, the artist sits beside the pond, sketching in quiet contemplation.

Smells like: Ivy climbing up the sides of a gazebo, weeping willows, and flowers growing in the garden.

Scent Strength: Medium

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Tables lined with pristine table cloths sit beneath the shade of flowering trees. Floral arrangements picked from the garden attract dancing butterflies.

Soothing blues and greens upon the canvas capture light and emotion. The master's work stirs thoughts and dreams. Across the room a piano plays, its lilting melody filling the room like the warmth of summer. A woman sits on a bench before the landscape, her eyes taking in the beauty. In her lap a sketchpad rests, awaiting the inspiration she will find.