Taxes and shipping? Consider them... handled. The Curator detests clutter especially on receipts.
By now, you are no mere guest loitering in the parlour. The Curator has noticed you and counts you as part of his coterie. Here is where mysterious notes are exchanged and your mark is quietly engraved into the Bazaar’s memory.
What's inside the box?
A book matched to your tastes alone and plucked from shelves few dare to browse
A letter from the Curator's desk, illuminating why this tale was destined for you
Spirited and sober beverage blueprints that echo the mood of the narrative
A whisper of fragrance designed to slip you straight into the story's atmosphere
