The rusted iron gates groaned open, revealing a glimpse of the obsidian keep beyond. A chill wind, redolent of whispered warnings, snaked through the courtyard, carrying with it a curious aroma. It was a twisted symphony of scents – the crisp bittersweet of green apples, laced with the tart of pomegranates, burnt sugar, and evergreen ferns. It was the fragrance of forbidden power, a chilling reminder of the darkness that festered within these very walls. You crossed the threshold, each step echoing hollowly in the cavernous hall. Come in, lovely. Are you hungry? How about an apple?
MOOD Fairy tales, villains, and princesses, boss babes, when you really just want to live in your castle and not be disturbed! SCENT Bittersweet green apples, pomegranate, burnt sugar, green ivy, oakmoss, and wild cherry.
