Notes: Anise, Cold Metal, Incense, Guaiacwood, Hay Absolute, Ambergris
Characteristics: Scarlet fog, a throne of gold, a painting of the church in your very own style, embers from a snuffed out flame.
Plotline: The contract gets pushed into your hands while you lick the chapel walls. Get on your knees and beg for mercy, or lean into the cold stone and let the rain of 100 years saturate your long silk coat.
Deep breath. Without damaging the alter, take the papers that the priest gave you and fill them in as well as he did. This way, you’ll be prepared for the confession. There is so much passion in these cold flames, but they aren’t real until you pick them up.