The ink on the market nowadays would not carry such a unique scent.
Only some old ink, will add ice chips, gold foil and a dozen other precious raw materials when making it, so the fragrance penetrates the muscles and bones, and the slag does not stay in the ink stone.
This man was probably a scholar, and not just any scholar.
This kind of ink was definitely not available on the market, she would find it familiar, had the two met before?
"Have we met before?"
Oscar's hand trembled a few times, and a few drops of coffee spilled out and dripped onto the back of his hand.
Serena hastily drew a piece of paper aside and wiped it on the back of his hand, "Sorry, I just thought the scent was familiar."
Oscar looked at the face and averted his eyes lightly, "You can't smell this ink anywhere else, maybe Madam has seen me in her dreams."
Serena just assumed he was joking, she got up and grabbed her bag, "I have things to do, so I'll head back, coffee's on me today."