Knocked Scentsless
My husband is now my ex, my career is at a standstill, and I’m basically squatting above my empty storefront in a tiny mountain town in Washington. The only thing getting me through is tinkering with my perfumes. I’m a “nose” whose job is to create the perfect fragrance, but I’ve been stuck working on my signature scent for months.
If that wasn’t enough, my biggest critic – Old Man Joe – just died, and a bottle of my perfume was found on his person. I can explain, I prom... [Read More...]