Archive: Elementary, Chapter 5

[luna65]

 

As always, our tribute to the Master of Deduction (in its fifth iteration) includes the elements of his cogitative realm, but this time with a modern mood: a heart of vanilla tobacco - like the fine aroma of a tobacco-free electronic cigarette, a snap of black leather and a whiff of gunpowder, with fortifying white and black teas, a shot of bourbon, the polish of amber, sandalwood, oak and cedar, bracing dashes of bayberry, eucalyptus, bergamot, bay and black pepper, and a 7% dilution of Buchu EO. Because Smart Is Sexy, we've included a boost of our exclusive WANTED MAN pheromone formula. Highly 'alpha' and intensely, thrillingly attractive to women.

 

VANILLA ~ Aphrodisiac, inspires happiness, playfulness, sexual arousal, lust, vitalizing.
TOBACCO ~ Healing, purification, spiritualism.
SANDALWOOD ~ Love, exotic, sensual atmospheric, aphrodisiac, healing, spirituality, exorcism.
AMBER ~ Fertility, creativity, love, luck, riches.
OAK ~ A wood of masculine and projective energy. It symbolizes endurance, triumph, strength, power, prosperity, and heroism. 
CEDAR ~ Confidence inducing, balancing, grounding, energizing, money, healing, protection, purification.
LEATHER ~ The musky scent of leather inspires feelings of lust, personal power, and provides a hint of danger.
TEA ~ Invigorating, refreshing, mentally and physically uplifting, lust. Riches, courage, strength.
BAYBERRY ~ Brings money to the pockets and blessings to the home. Protection, control.
EUCALYPTUS ~ Healing.
BERGAMOT ~ Relaxant, confidence builder. Uplifts emotions, protection, attracts riches. Mental alertness, energizing.
PEPPER ~ Protection, fidelity, dispels envy and evil, exorcism, breaks hexes.
BAY LEAF ~ Uplifting, protection, purification, healing, memory, aphrodisiac.
BOURBON (FERMENTED ALCOHOLS: WINE, BEER, HARD LIQUOR, ETC) ~ Intoxicant, used as an offering or appeasement for Gods, used in love spells, and celebratory spells.
BUCHU ~ The indigenous people first introduced buchu to the European settlers at the Cape in South Africa. The use of the plant subsequently spread to Europe and America where it was used extensively as a medicine. In 1821 buchu was included in the British Pharmacopoeia.
GUNPOWDER ~ BOOM!

 

Created by: Mara Fox

Description: Julie (luna65)

Label art:

Pheromas collection, November 2014

 

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John pondered, as he sat across from Lestrade in the local, that despite having the services of the world’s only consulting detective, they didn’t always solve things quickly, easily, (and as desired by certain parties) quietly. And now that Sherlock was a bona-fide social media phenomenon, they couldn’t go anywhere without being noticed at the least, mobbed at the worst. Just now their colleague was signing autographs and posing for photos with a group of tourists who had come in for “an authentic English Pub experience.”

 

Lestrade, grumpy as usual, made to throw a packet of crisps at Sherlock. “There’s some authenticity for you!” he snarled.

 

John chuckled. “Funny how this notoriety doesn’t fill our coffers any quicker.”

“It’s the hair!” Lestrade proclaimed, with pint aloft towards the tall, dark, thin and...yes, somewhat handsome chap who was now starting to look annoyed, pique bringing his distinctive bone structure into focus, blue eyes flashing with frustration.

 

“Wot?” John quizzed, realizing that this public servant was now displaying the very behavior people were apt to be arrested for.

 

“That hair,” Lestrade answered. fingers running over his own silver brush cut, “the women love it! All those ridiculous curls and whatnot.”

 

The two men turned to survey Sherlock, who looked at John with a decidedly help me I’m in Hell sort of expression.

 

“You really think so?” John murmured, considering the military-regimented cut of his own coif. “Not his eyes, then?”

 

Lestrade drained his pint and seemed to consider this point for a moment, then sighed heavily. “Who bloody knows, when it comes to women? Jus’ tired of bein’ asked ta fix ‘em up!”

 

“With Sherlock?” John laughed at this.

 

Lestrade waved his glass. “Police business!”

 

John decided things would only take a turn for the ridiculous, so he stood and dragged his colleagues out of the pub, Lestrade shouting about how he wanted another bloody drink and Sherlock smirking but relieved.

 

“He’s drunk,” Sherlock said, nodding at Lestrade.

 

“Brilliant!” John exclaimed, “Has anyone told you to give up male modeling and become a detective?”

 

“Sorry, wot?” Sherlock asked, and the confusion in his voice was highly-amusing to the one who knew him best.