Mood: A dark figure stalks the shadows of the night, the blade of his scythe shining in the light of a harvest moon.
Smells Like: Ripening pumpkins brightened with tart cranberry and warmed through with savory spice.
Scent Strength: Medium
Pumpkins grow in the old graveyard, their vines twisting around the tombstones and climbing the walls. The brightness of their orange hue contrasting with the gray of the stones.
In the trees a murder of crows sits, cawing among themselves, whispering dark omens. A chill breeze shakes the branches. Crimson leaves fall as the spooked birds take to the sky.
Their black wings cut through the cloudy skies. They wing over fields ripe with grain and peasants toiling for their daily bread.
The harvest is coming.
"I didn’t think I’d like this but I really enjoyed it. I usually don’t like sweet scents but this was warm and inviting and smells just like autumn to me."
"This, to me, is a perfect fall candle. Warm and comforting. It makes me want to get cozy."
"Notes of pumpkin and berry sit together beautifully. If you loved Samhain Harvest, you’ll love this too."