Hearkening to the Death Watches in the Wall Atmosphere Spray

[zankoku_zen]

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out Whos there?

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Doom: aged red patchouli, macerated red peppercorn, gloom-black musk, and creaking planks of dry oak.

Patchouli and oak, gilded by powdery black musk and a whiff of spicy peppercorn. It smells very intensely in the sprayer, but it calms down to a powdery, slightly dirty oak blend. Medium throw.

[Lucchesa]

Spicy!  My skin usually eats up the peppercorn note in perfumes, or I'm anosmic to it, but it's a big player here.  This patchouli is more elegant than headshoppy as it combines with the oak and the black musk.  This does seem autumnal but doesn't spell doom to me; it's actually kind of comforting.