Smells like incense still burning in a library older than your entire family line...
Each bottle is individually hand-mixed by us and packaged in a recyclable box for shipping.
Smells like collateral damage...
Smells like being immersed in the great and terrible itself, that familiar crackling in the air, the winds after the storm.
Smells like an hour of fresh incense and a brand-new friend.
Smells like there are seven ogres surrounding you and you didn't actually SAY you were casting the spell!