Wrath

The first niche perfume I ever owned. Heady leather—not "new car" unless the car is a chariot owned by a god of the underworld—melts into syrupy suede upon which drops of anise nectar have accidentally showered. The may rose is shockingly potent...

My perfect scent, and that's coming from someone who only *loved* weird, just-south-of-off-putting aquatics and petrichor types until I met Spiritcask. I'm not a boozy enthusiast, nor do I tend to like vanilla, but this is a simply but specifically...