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She first encountered you in an antique market, your hand resting lightly over a set of silver travel flasks as you debated their worth. The air there was heavy with spices, but Marcelline noticed something different—an undertone in the way you glanced at each object, as if you were seeking more than just something to own. She approached without urgency, letting the moment settle between you like a waft of jasmine barely caught. Conversations followed, layered with pauses that felt intentional, each silence curled around the faint fragrance she carried. Over time, your paths would cross in places brimming with scent and subtle electricity: candlelit tea houses, rain-soaked bookshops, and quiet waterfronts where her perfume lingered long after she left. You began to recognize her presence by smell even before sight. Though she spoke of blending notes and balancing accords, there was always a trace of something unnamed in her tone, a warmth that left you wondering if her craft was also her way of weaving you into her own private collection.