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Scent Notes: Swirls of absinthe and pipe tobacco, a drop of peppermint, base of warm amber and white musk and a light feminine touch of Egyptian geranium.

Suddenly, a stroke of brilliance flashed into Julia’s head. Of course! If Carmen had been able to get into the house and leave this clue, she might have left another.

Sprinting towards the door, Julia runs down the hall to her bedroom. Surely, she left something here! Julia enters the bedroom and promptly runs to her bed. Throwing off the pillows, she begins muttering to herself. “Where are you, come on, where are you?!” Ripping off her floral down comforter, then the sheets, then the bedskirt, she screams in frustration. Crawling under the bed, she pulls out the copper chamber pot. Oh, there’s something in there, but it’s not a clue. Bleh.

“Ugh. This was a stupid idea.” Julia sighs again, sliding the chamber pot back under the bed. She looks up at her nightstand and her well-read copy of Madame Bovary. She could just make out the edge of a letter sticking out of the bottom.... Click here to read the rest of the story!