Violette Market Diablo Canyon Limited Edition Perfume Oil (Limited)
Yvonne made chocolate the way her mother did and her mother's mother. In the Southern Mexican town, where she and her husband had lived, she had maintained an herbal shop largely based on white sage smudge bundles, dried lavender, and other herbal salves and oils. She had come to Diablo Canyon to open a chocolatier and she did, but not before she died. In death, Yvonne was joined by her mother and her grandmother and they helped her crush cocoa pods, press fudge, and drizzle the local critters who wondered into the shop in dark, rich chocolate. Yvonne's specialty was insects covered in chocolate, she couldn't keep those Antlions, or Velvet Ants in her shop very long before those pesky skeletons snatched them up, a dozen at a time. Yvonne's shop was an assortment of olfactory decadence; warm cocoa, nutmeg powder, grated cinnamon bark, and smoked sage. Every evening she and her mother and grandmother would paint their faces in the traditional Dia de los Muertos mask and serve Mexican drinking chocolate, candied clusters, and other edible chocolate delights. There was something very soothing about Mexican ladies, their faces resembling skeletons, chattering away the night as they stirred melted cocoa by the red light of tiny gourds that Lydia had strung for them. A Mexican chocolatier displaying dark chocolate insects, sugared pecan clusters, chocolate skulls, chocolate-covered cherries, vanilla bean infused in liquor, polished sandalwood stirring sticks, cinnamon powder, smoking sage, and the overwhelming aroma of aged cedar wood shelving and thick dust-coated floorboards.
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