The Dead Rise

Notes: dark roasted coffee beans spiked with fresh cardamom pods, cubes of brown sugar, Ambroxan, and cedar “I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika, for I had to drink up all the water in my carafe, and was still thirsty.” - Bram Stoker, Dracula Picture yourself on a train to Buda-Pesth. The unknown lies before you, but you are prepared to meet all challenges ahead with youthful optimism in your heart, true love awaiting you, and the imminent opportunity to teach a Romanian count about land-buying in London. (Or something like that. We don’t know your life.) What awaits you is the most enthralling business trip of all time. Buoyant cardamom and rich dark coffee as irresistible as aristocracy-based career advancement. Sometimes a fragrance is so good that it’s hard to describe in anything but glowing terms, which is embarrassing when you’re the one who made it. So we’ll let you smell for yourself.