The Sillage Mirage
Robert Dorian is looking for the perfect cologne – something refined, something irresistible. What he finds is Spivy Fragrance, a near-empty boutique with no shelves of bottles, no samples, and a shopkeeper who seems to know him before he even speaks. Madam Agnew does not let customers choose their scent. She assigns it.
As the boutique’s other patrons come and go, effortlessly accepting their prescribed fragrances, Dorian refuses to play along. He mocks the ritual, demands proof, and pushes too far. Agnew, patient as ever, finally invites him to see how the perfumes are made.
Behind the counter lies a back room. No one who enters ever returns the same. If they return at all.
Darkly elegant, laced with biting humor and quiet menace, “The Sillage Mirage” lingers long after the final note fades.
Three women. Two men. One set. One last scent.