Madame Cyprus was once a lovely woman who loved fragrances. She would spend night and day trying new combinations of perfumes, desperate to find that one that, no matter who smelled it, they would adore it. So focused on it was she that she didn't notice a strange reaction several perfumes had as in her oxygen starved delirium, she began to mix in house-hold chemicals. When they found her body, they were unable to approach what was left till the haphazardness waste team had arrived.
In death, she leaves a lingering odor in the air where ever she goes. Whether you smell the lovely aroma of flowers or the toxic decay of sulfur will depend on how kind you are.
So in an attempt to create the perfect perfume, she recreated The Communist's Mustard gas? How the heck did she manage to pull that off before her insides dissintegrated?
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