Unquiet
Things

The hand knows before the brain does. That’s the only explanation I have for this month’s marinade, which I didn’t consciously plan as an amber collection but absolutely is one — five fragrances that live outside of ordinary time, in the deep ceremonial dark where smoke rises and resin weeps and ancient rites are preserved in gold.

Sacred rituals, gothic romance, warrior queens, a heart on a scale and eternity in the balance, candlelit castles with terrible secrets, sweet and savage and smoldering all at once. The subconscious went looking for something and found it five times over.