The Pastry Archives: Yes, I'm doing this

[epistemological]

The day after Martin Blackwood moves into his new apartment, he is greeted by a rather nondescript box tied with bakers twine and seated off to one side from whence comes an almost divine scent of apples and candied rose. On top of it, tucked under the twine, is a simple note, in an exceedingly precise hand:

Welcome to the building. Enjoy.

Should he open the box, he will find an imaculate confection that tastes as good as it looks... but no indicator of who might have left it there or any indication that thanks or even a greeting in return might be desired.