Quest for the Snowmane Blossom

The elaborate golden calligraphy
Upon the glossy black business card
Read,

Horace Ashcombe
Apothecary and Collector
of Forgotten Remedies.

“Do you find it satisfactory?”
Malcolm Coldbottom
Enquired.

Horace smiled,
Turning the card
Slowly between his fingers,
Allowing the warm Nocturna lamplight
To dance
Across the embossed
Gold lettering.

“Magnificent, Malcolm.
Quite magnificent.”