Where shadows meet the sea.

The veil be thin, matey… and the sea runs dark. On All Hallows’ Eve, when shadows stretch long and the dead whisper through the fog, only the bold dare wear Samhain’s Curse.

This wicked blend sets sail with smoldering incense, charred orange peel, and black clove before sinking into a heart of aged rum, damp oak, and ritual myrrh. The base lingers with smoked amber, leather, and ghostly midnight air. It’s the scent of harvest fire and cursed seas, bottled for those brave enough to face the unknown.

⚓ Top Notes: Incense, charred orange, black clove
⚓ Heart Notes: Rum, oak, patchouli, myrrh
⚓ Base Notes: Smoked amber, vetiver, leather

A limited-edition run, forged in shadow and smoke. Claim yer bottle before the last ember fades, or be left adrift ‘til next Samhain.

Where shadows meet the sea.