
The dark corners of a room seem to crawl and stretch as midnight clouds steal the last remnants of moonlight. Memories of smouldering dreams are lost in your mind. Ruminating the scent of mystery and nightfall, the fire you passed through hangs in the air, the spices of anguish linger on your skin. Sure, you know that morning will come, the darkness will dissipate and the theory that everything is still dreadful will shatter and shatter.
How it wears
Seasons
Tried this once at a friend's place and walked away confused. The notes looked promising on paper but wearing it felt like a missed conversation. Smoky resinous woody thing but no real character underneath, just kind of muddled and indistinct. Didn't feel like spending more time with it.

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Smoky, Spicy, Sweet accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Spicy, Sweet accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Smoky, Spicy, Sweet accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords

Resinous, Smoky, Spicy accords