Mrs. Carpenter

Within five blocks of the bakery sat an enchanted carpenter. The wood he worked was not magical, but the carpenter himself was. He was the topic of much conversation throughout the town, the bakery included. Customers came and went for their loaves of delicious bread, all with different stories. One or two or five were bound to bring up the magical carpenter.
            The subject of the magic is what held the town's interest. Unlike most spells that bring wealth or fame, riches or power, the carpenter's earned him a reputation in the wood world that equaled his unsurpassed skill. He, and in turn the wood he spent so much time with, smelled like sandals. Not used sandals. Just sandals. Some liked it, some did not. One in particular, however, a young lady of great liveliness and charm, had developed a great love of the scent.
            As she purchased more and more of his fine dressers and cabinets and other wood-works she had the opportunity to fall in a deep and respectful love with the carpenter and his enthralling scent. They were soon wed.
            The carpenter and the young maiden became a terrific duo. With her charm and his skill, his enchantment was soon associated with quality. It became desireable as his and her social standing launched with their success. They began a side business selling select quantities of perfume with their furniture.

They called it...

Sandalwood