Evergreen. Eerie. Unseasonably Suspicious.

Fir needles, clove, and melted candle wax evoke the curious melancholy of a parlor in December. Festive, faintly haunted, and inexplicably cold on only one side of the room.

Floral. Ferocious. Lightly Armed.

Night-blooming flowers, crushed green stems, and damp moss give this scent the unmistakable air of a garden that’s been quietly plotting. Excellent for greenhouses, or anywhere you suspect the vines have formed opinions.

Ghostly. Steeped. Dusty-Charm.

A sinister little spritz that smells like bergamot brewed in purgatory, with undertones of citrus and scandal from a spirit who still dresses for tea, bitter marmalade, and the faint regret of a teacup murder never solved.

Spiced. Preserved. Impossibly Dense.

A festive fog of candied peel, scorched nutmeg, and something faintly flammable. Smells like merriment, poorly repressed tension, and dessert with a suspiciously long shelf life. You’ll be surprised how much you like it. Just like the in-laws.