Human bodies are composed of unique combinations of hormones, oils and sweat glands; these components play a major role in influencing how we experience perfume as they react individually to its scent molecules. This took a bigger factor in his own makings for people, considering their skin types, body build and how their body functions on a daily basis, to factor in the pheromones of the sweat glands and how they make the notes sing a different tune for each person.
A mild distasteful look was given as he squinted through his goggles, dripping in the leather extract drop by drop with his glass pipe. He would only allow the lesser of five drops to mix within the wooden scent he had already mixed for the base notes, the hint of herbs popped, the smell almost like the woods themselves filled the room. Mixed with mead and charcoal.
He had to be careful, he had to look, read every note from the person, he had to learn their scent, there was a patch soaked with the person's sweat, he had to memorize and fathom what aromas will soon compliment the client. Lucky for Leven, the person's skin base was oily, already a hint of natural musk that correlated with their finer light scent of pheromones that reminded Leven of singed candle wicks.
Knowing the client's taste, he would have to best match the pheromones the person had naturally, he was not one to hide a natural musk, he wanted to compliment this, he wanted the notes to sing like at their finer moments tangled deeply within a fast paced song.
Taking a tester strip he gently wiped it on the paper to take in the client and wrap it within his own mix now, carefully he used his glass stir stick as gently took a few drops from the bottle, placing it onto the paper now, he sat back, this alone will take time, for the notes to mingle with the natural set.
He glanced at his watch, slowly it ticked. He took up the vial, swirled it and brought it to his nose, the mix of wild berry mead and charcoal, with a light hint of orange to compliment the top note. He took pride in this, it was a good mixture to his keen nose, well after fifteen minutes had passed he lifted the test strip and sniffed it.
“Perfection.”Slipped from his lips in a mutter, clearly proud of this new creation he had whipped up, it takes time, it takes patience, it takes perfection to mix and match notes to compliment each and every person, this was something he enjoyed to the fullest.