A dark figure rises from the pumpkin patch, upending its roots from the earth. Long-hung spiderwebs rip under the tendrils of its fingers and the spider's mummified victims, crystallized in dew, fall forgotten into the dirt. The figure looks around and spots a lone child, fast asleep under a blanket.
Sweet and earthy. Creamy clove and nutmeg, cedarwood, gourd, sweet resin, and a hint of vanilla.