The forks of the road: an in-between place, sacred and tangibly magickal in innumerable cultures and faiths. This scent is dark with mystery, taut with power. A chill twilit garden of blooms over dry earth and mosses, heavily laden with incense and offertory herbs.
Vial: earth and crushed herbs
Wet: spices, incense. Kind of a nag champa note, and a chocolatey one. Sweet, but complex. There's a little bit of a soapiness, maybe, but it's a pleasant clean sort of smell. And there's that plowed earth thing, which is lovely.
Drydown: and it's going to soap. Alas.
Dry: Anybody want this?