The countenance of the Lady who reigns here, Ere thou shalt know how heavy is that art; And as thou wouldst to the sweet world return,

Here are the people who got a little too creative at the wrong time on the wrong subject. In Dante’s time, being a heretic was too easy, as was getting in trouble for it. The heretics are kept in burning tombs and balefully rise like dancing flames to speak to their visitor, Dante. Slightly smoky, rich, and redolent. Seductive and smooth but surprisingly familiar and innocent. Five ambers, crystal skin musk, a very small amount of white pepper, and incense to lead you down the garden path with great enjoyment.