The Churchyard - The sequestered situation of this church seems always to have made it a favorite haunt of troubled spirits. It stands on a knoll, surrounded by locust-trees and lofty elms, from among which its decent whitewashed walls shine modestly forth, like Christian purity beaming through the shades of retirement. A gentle slope descends from it to a silver sheet of water, bordered by high trees, between which, peeps may be caught at the blue hills of the Hudson. To look upon its grass-grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace. On one side of the church extends a wide woody dell, along which raves a large brook among broken rocks and trunks of fallen trees. Over a deep black part of the stream, not far from the church, was formerly thrown a wooden bridge; the road that led to it, and the bridge itself, were thickly shaded by overhanging trees, which cast a gloom about it, even in the daytime; but occasioned a fearful darkness at night. This was one of the favorite haunts of the headless horseman; and the place where he was most frequently encountered.
Overgrown dark green bullrush, midnight roses, dwarf St. John's Wort, frankincense, blackberry leaf, and moss-covered, half-buried tree bark.
In the vial, it's frankincense, bullrushes, blackberry leaf, and tree bark... OMG I am in love.
Wet on my skin, it's all of the above and more... I get the faintest hint of rose, but not so much that it's overpowering. Unf. I need a bottle of this. Colorwise, I'm getting the faintest silvery green, like white sage or rosemary.
10-15 minute drydown - Mossy and just faintly sweet... I *need* to find a bottle of this somewhere. :-(
1 hour drydown - Very faint and mossy. It smells good, but I seem to have eaten it... May be the wrong time of month to be testing this. :-(
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