Chill nights in Salem: a bruised moon, fog like breath. Lanterns gutter; shadows knot into hands and faces. Soft steps on rain-slick cobbles. Half-open doors promise—or warn. A clock chokes; silence listens. Alleys breathe, hungry. Darkness tightens. The town exhales; something ancient wakes, eager to fold you into its shadow.
Top notes: Vanilla
Middle notes: Lavender
Base notes: Smokey, Woodsy, Musk
Chill nights in Salem: a bruised moon, fog like breath. Lanterns gutter; shadows knot into hands and faces. Soft steps on rain-slick cobbles. Half-open doors promise—or warn. A clock chokes; silence listens. Alleys breathe, hungry. Darkness tightens. The town exhales; something ancient wakes, eager to fold you into its shadow.
Top notes: Vanilla
Middle notes: Lavender
Base notes: Smokey, Woodsy, Musk
