Satyr Tail

Joanna went to the rack with the packet of satyr tail on it, and examined it. The waxed paper envelope was sealed with a wax signet of a young boy playing pan pipes. The label was carefully written in thin spidery script. The contents rustled as she handles the package releasing a musky spice. It wasn't any herb she was familiar with. It was wild and exotic, calling to far away places ...