Sandalorian opens with the scent of open space, hedione, and exotic fruit. Is someone drinking meiloorun juice?

A wispy floral note passes by. There is delicacy and beauty here, despite the warm resinous amber and cistus that ooze their richness and threaten to overpower everything else. You’re a long way from home.

But there it is. Sandalwood. Deep, terrestrial, familiar, it anchors you to the ground, a memory of the rich scent your planet held before years of war rendered it inhospitable.


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