Opium Den As the light dims, it is said the other senses heighten as a response. Amidst the darkness and smoke of the Victorian opium den, you find yourself flooded by a new awareness of the scents around you. The room now swirls with a miasma of myrrh, patchouli, old wood, coffee, and vanilla. As your limbs become heavy, consider a truth of human experience: we often only encounter the new when we abandon the familiar.
