"I make lotion with some leftover pomade and beeswax from our apiary for my hands, but Loupe doesn't care for the scent." Apparently. Basket mostly full of blossoms he motions for Anders to follow, plucking one more violent bloom from the hedge. "I can show you- and where I work as I do not think any of you have seen it just yet. A private tour, yes?"

Yes. The Tannery is...well, it smells foul and remains downwind of the perfumery for a reason. Edgar unlocks his building with a silver key and leads Anders inside, walking to a long table nearest the window. Kept cool by the masonry from which it's made- the vats of fat and rack upon rack of glazed glass sealed with fat and petals line the walls. As he speaks, Edgar begins plucking petals from the flowers he collected. "Here is where I do my work. The fat is processed behind the slaughterhouse to remove it of any odor- pig fat is full of smells, you know, it is what makes pork so tasty- and then it is brought to me."