Mood: The knight in the crimson cape draws his blade on a winter's morn. His enemies will not prevail.
Smells Like: Red cranberries scattered like drops of blood upon the snow with scintillating spices of nutmeg and cloves.
Scent Strength: Strong
"Smells amazing cold, hot, and blown out! This is the perfect winter candle."
"I was very, very confident that it was cranberries. Definitely picked up on the spices (nutmeg, cloves). Another classic winter scent."
"This is the perfect winter scent. The spices give it a warm and cozy feeling while the tart cranberry adds a great contrast. I love it!"
The battle rages on a winter's morn. Fallen warriors lie cold in the snow as smoke drifts across the battle field. From the turrets, the lady of the castle watches as her remaining men stand between her and the encroaching enemy.
So few remain.
Is all lost?
A horn sounds in the distance and a rider on a white horse crests the horizon. His cape unfurls, scarlet, behind him, as he raises a shining sword to the sky.
The troops rally. Their champion has arrived. The tides are about to turn.