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Demeter to make my stories

I could make Demeter scents for each of my stories. They each have very specific scents. Maybe not buy these, but I could at least pretend. I am at a loss for things to do, so I am going to play this game.

I realized if I wore Dust and Honey together, I would have The Beekeeper. That's how I thought of this.

The Shrine
Dandelion
Strawberries
Dust (that is in all my stories)
Sun-warmed marble
Ivy

The Siren
Beach
Driftwood
Salt
Mahogany
The homey pie scents

The Glass House
Dust
Greenhouse
Tarnish
Paint
Glue
Varnish
Leather
Mahogany
(She restores art)
Violet
Rose
Funeral
Absinthe
Fireplace
Pipe smoke
Mesquite
Holy Water

I'm sure I'm missing something, but there's a lot that happens in the story. After ten drafts, there ought to be. This novel will become the center of my existence in November, at the end of which I will send it to a publisher.

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