Baba Yaga SuléKó 2013 Eau de Toilette

It is night, and I wander alone through the dark streets. I stumble upon an old library, illuminated only by a few candles. I enter the building and am greeted by a mysterious scent of incense and old books. I am fascinated by the gloomy atmosphere and the feeling of being immersed in another world. My footsteps echo against the cold stone walls. Candles on the floor guide the way through the old wooden bookshelves. It is dusty, abandoned, as if no one has been here for centuries.
The path leads me to a door that opens into a garden. The scent of incense grows stronger as fireflies swirl around my head. In the dark, I see the outline of an old woman, calmly stirring a large wooden spoon in a cauldron. The burning wood beneath mixes with the spicy scent of the cauldron's contents and the incense. With skilled hands, she adds clove, nutmeg, and pepper to the brew. She seems completely unaware of my presence. I look around. Above me, the stars shine brighter than I have ever seen, despite the smoke from the fire rising into the night sky. I hear the bubbling of the cauldron, the crackling fire, and the gentle rustling in the trees. Nearby, an owl calls out.
Cautiously, I approach the old woman and catch a glimpse into the cauldron. The contents are black as tar. For a moment, I consider tasting it or at least bringing this enchanting scent closer to me. In slow motion, I see my arm reaching forward.
From a leather pouch at her hip, Baba Yaga takes out a powder, spins around quickly to face me, and blows it into my face. "You must not be here!" are the last words I hear before I awaken, and the scent of fine leather lingers in my nose.

Baba Yaga is like a real encounter with the titular figure (who is often known as a witch in Slavic mythology) - the fragrance evokes the feeling of being immersed in a world full of mysteries, where anything seems possible; a surreal dream world where one stands with Baba Yaga at the cauldron and works magic.