Nsfrta

The townsfolk whisper of Nosferatu, a name carved into the jagged stones of the deserted abbey, its meaning lost to time but heavy with dread.  On moonless nights, travelers claim to hear the faint echo of hollow footsteps and a low, guttural moan rising from the crypt. Nsfrta is a dark and complex perfume, an unsettling summoning of winey rose, metallic dried blood, herbaceous absinthe and smoky leather.