Hmm... that's weird. 

You've never seen that door before. Has it always been there? A pull on the handle…and it doesn’t budge. So, you pull a little harder, and the door creaks open. A large desk dominates the middle of the room and the walls are lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. It definitely feels like you’re intruding, but you can’t help but open on the large tomes on the desk. The old, yellowed pages release a musk of teakwood and patchouli while the leather cover lends a comforting note that reminds you of your mother’s old satchel that she always carries around. 

You, then, hear someone clear their throat behind you. You’re definitely in trouble. 

This fragrance smells like long study sessions and strict professors. It smells like wet ink on old parchment and the addicting musk of old books.