Enfield Essence
"Perfume maker Jasmine creates custom scents from her Enfield boutique, but when chemist Noah asks for a unique fragrance, she blends something unforgettable—with notes of passion."
Noah needed a signature scent. His mother had insisted before her passing—find a scent that's truly yours.
Jasmine's boutique smelled like everything at once. She emerged from the back, thick and mysterious, dark skin gleaming with essential oils.
"Tell mi about yuhself. Not what yuh like—who yuh are."
He told her everything.
She worked for weeks. Blending, testing, having him smell strips of paper that meant nothing to him but everything to her.
"Close," she kept saying. "But not yet."
"What's missing?"
"The note yuh hiding." She studied him. "Yuh heartbreak. Tell mi about that."
He told her about his mother. The illness. The loss. The emptiness.
"Ah." She added something to the blend. "This one. Try."
The scent hit him like memory—his mother's garden, rain on warm stone, something bright and sad and beautiful.
He cried. She held him.
"That's yuh essence," she whispered. "And now yuh have mine too."
She gave him more than perfume that night. That thick body offering comfort that became passion.
"Yes! Noah! Right there!"
Her scent surrounded him, her essence mixing with his, something entirely new being created.
"Don't stop! We blend perfect together!"
The perfume became his signature. But Jasmine became his life.
"Every note has a purpose," she said one morning.
"What's your purpose?"
"Being yuh base note." She kissed him. "The one everything else builds on."
Noah wears his custom scent daily.
But the best smell is Jasmine herself.
Enfield essence.
Perfectly blended.
Forever bottled in his heart.