Meditation Incense

Back at the hotel.

Baimu washed his hands. Rather than start making anything right away, he picked up the bottle of handmade Fragrance Essence he had bought.

As he had expected, pure Fragrance Essence was expensive, and "handmade" Fragrance Essence cost even more. The shopkeeper had kindly given him a discount because he was a beginner, but the price still stung.

Still, he needed it for comparison. The money had to be spent.

"Hmm... That smell..."

He recalled the scent from his dream, then dipped a cotton swab into the bottle and tasted a little.

One great thing about the Simulator's dreams was that he didn't forget them when he woke. Their details stayed clear in his mind.

If his memory was right, the color, flavor, and certain other details suggested that this bottle was high-quality.

Baimu didn't think Fragrance Essence had stood still for decades, but he was surprised that a shop he had picked at random could make something this good.

There went his chance to show off.

Well, even if the Fragrance Essence made with Scent Sister's techniques was so good it would make people exclaim in a shop, Baimu had no intention of drawing attention to it.

He was grateful for what his predecessor had left behind and would quietly make use of it. Making a spectacle of it would be inappropriate.

Besides, those machines might have had something to do with Scent Sister. She had only passed away two years ago, and she couldn't have stopped researching Fragrance Essence all those years. Who knew how much work she had put into making high-quality Fragrance Essence easier to produce, or possible to mass-produce?

Quality was one thing.

As the shopkeeper had said, another advantage of "traditional" Fragrance Essence was that it could be blended without any