Masque of Red Death
Mood: The wealthy of the land gather for a ball, their music drowning out the cries of the dying, but a specter looms over their merriment.Smells like: Spicy cinnamon sticks and pomegranate noir and black cherry with a base of deep amber musk.Scent Strength: Medium ----------- In a country wracked with death and misery, the wealthy and elite gather in isolated luxury. The prince has furnished his palace with the best of everything, determined to dance, drink, and be merry while his kingdom falls to the plague without.Behind the gates of iron, his guests now dance. Silken skirts rustle over polished floors and wine flows freely. Many laugh and sing, content to ignore the misery of those they left behind.The clock strikes midnight. A hush falls over those gathered as a specter in a red mask glides through the crowd, silent but unstoppable.