Pharaoh's Dust to Shattered Glass

London, 1784. A crate labeled "e;Egyptian Curiosity"e; lands on the docks, and Lord Ashworth aristocrat, gambler, and professional disappointment to his family—buys it on a dare.Inside is a dull grey powder that smells of cedar and rot. One drunken boast later, the city's elite are paying twenty guineas a pinch for clearer skin, sharper wits, and eternal youth. Salons become catwalks of powdered n...