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kiri kiri kiri; or, Asami in the spice cabinet
Épices immediately called to mind Audition's Asami, that icon of patient malice and elegant vengeance, trading her torture kit for a spice collection. She conjures a pristine hostess in her leather apron, each pocket meticulously lined with strategically curated powders and preparations: cardamom's strange cooling caress, coriander's numbing bite. Her cedarwood spoon dissects the mixture with surgical precision, stirring sweet-sharp resins and honeyed smoke into something exquisitely lethal. When the spices settle, they leave behind a slow dreamy surrender of soft musk and patchouli's eerie earthiness - even the deadliest hostess exacting her long game of vengeance knows the art of perfect measure.