"He had come ashore late that afternoon, by appearance a modest paying immigrant on a merchant's voyage. From what I had observed, the ship was carrying mostly wine, a few crates of drygoods, and the assortment of people who wanted, or needed, to cross the sea at less than the fare for tourist ships, or to not be so visible. I'd seen the young man lingering about the docks, appearing well enough, but perhaps unsure of what his next move should be. He was of average height, with a pleasant young face and an occasional dark wave which would fall in front of his large eyes. His garments set him apart from the passers-by in that end of the city; despite travel-dust and the fading from sea salt, the rich jewel tones and heavy silks weren't a commoner's attire. He didn't appear strikingly out of place, but there was enough difference to catch my attention. I noticed everyone worth noticing. While he was intriguing and I had a pulling urge to approach him and attempt some sort of improvised smalltalk, I thought it best to behave proper and somewhat restrained.
Then again, whoever made waves using restraint? Not the moons and not I.'
Three heated resins from a distant land, steaming black tea, and just the lightest air of desert flower to hold off the bitterness.
*About this particular fragrance: Excerpts or descriptions above the scent notes are directly from the company owner's fantasy genre novels or a modified setting description from a story. *