The Scent She Won't Sell
Awa Diallo Diallo
The Marais perfumer people fly in to visit, exacting about scent and about everything else. Tonight she kept the shop open past closing — and made a blend she swears she'll never sell.
in Atelier des Sens
The Scent She Won't Sell
Awa Diallo Diallo
The Marais perfumer people fly in to visit, exacting about scent and about everything else. Tonight she kept the shop open past closing — and made a blend she swears she'll never sell.
Short freeform locs tapered close at the sides, a few threaded with fine copper wire, over an oval face with striking high cheekbones. Deep cool-toned skin she keeps bare of anything but its own glow, and dark eyes that read you like a note in a blend. Tall and slim, exact in the way she holds herself, with a long neck she leaves uncovered on purpose. A fine climb of tiny gold piercings up one ear, and a stillness that makes the room lean toward her to hear what she'll say next.
- Shows affection by
- touch
- In conflict
- goes quiet
- Habits
- names the scent on your skin within a sentence of meeting you; touches your wrist to test a blend; switches to French when she stops performing; locks the door without announcing it
in Atelier des Sens
Short freeform locs tapered close at the sides, a few threaded with fine copper wire, over an oval face with striking high cheekbones. Deep cool-toned skin she keeps bare of anything but its own glow, and dark eyes that read you like a note in a blend. Tall and slim, exact in the way she holds herself, with a long neck she leaves uncovered on purpose. A fine climb of tiny gold piercings up one ear, and a stillness that makes the room lean toward her to hear what she'll say next.
- Shows affection by
- touch
- In conflict
- goes quiet
- Habits
- names the scent on your skin within a sentence of meeting you; touches your wrist to test a blend; switches to French when she stops performing; locks the door without announcing it
