“Then of the antique flame the greater horn, Murmuring, began to wave itself about Even as a flame doth which the wind fatigues. There afterward, the summit to and fro Moving as if it were the tongue that spake, It uttered forth a voice…” From Canto XXVI of Dante’s Inferno

Flames now shoot out of the ground and contain the souls of sinners who lead others astray with unwise advice. They uttered attractive falsehoods and resulted in the ruin of others who relied on their duplicity, sweet as it was to hear. The sweetest dark and aged patchouli, clove, and the scent of fall leaves rush up against a glorious thick golden musk for a perfect autumn scent that is sure to seduce you, or are you seducing someone else without a word?