Graveyard Dirt

It was a graveyard smash.The groundskeeper called the cops, you had to jump a fence, it was a whole thing. Now your favorite cloak is torn, there's probably more dirt on you than in your jar, and you're probably haunted by a colonial ghost. Just witchy things. So raise the dead and call forth the spirit with this dark number. The ancestors won't mind a substitution. Dead sea clay and activated charcoal are entombed in pumpkin seed oil for the season that smells of freshly turned earth and funerary flowers. So real you can see a solemnly dressed veiled woman sobbing on a hill in the distance. Run. Fragrance Notes: A Funerary Bouquet, Greenery, Freshly Dug Soil SizeNet Weight: ± 4.7 oz / 133g