Marshall looked around the room with great satisfaction. He knew the sight of the house like this drove Constance nuts, but that’s why she was already in bed. The tree twinkled with pure white lights, glints of gold and red refracting off the bulbs and onto the walls. Bits of torn wrapping paper littered the floor and furniture; the grandkids had really gone hog wild this year opening their gifts. Dirty plates with smears of cheesecake lingered on the dining room table, mixing with the smell of spilled wine, absinthe, and his own hearty mug of eggnog. Outside, the snow was falling lightly, adding to the days-old accumulation outside. Such peace. He took a sip from his mug. This, for him, was the only way to end Christmas: alone amongst the wreckage, sipping his spicy spiked eggnog, Christmas radio playing, local news playing on the television on mute. Even though he was the only one awake, he felt the warm presence of his loved ones lingering around him as he sat in his favorite armchair.... Click here to read the rest of the story!

Scent Notes: Eggnog sprinkled with allspice, ginger, cardamom, and nutmeg.