Scent Notes: A cauldron of herbs float in black, golden, and white ambers. Fir needles, cedarwood, and autumn leaves against a backdrop of pumpkin spice and sassafras.
The front porch and pathway were lined with pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns of all sizes and colors. The leaves on the lawn had not been raked and formed a thick, crunky blanket on the path and grass. The sun had set early, and there was a wonderful chill in the air. The moon was full and bright, beaming its rays down on the small house.
Margaret walked up the path and knocked on the door. “Come in, come in! Put your broom over there,” Gretchen beckoned as opened the door, drawing Margaret inside the house. “Oh wow, this place looks AMAZING!” Margaret squealed as she surveyed the front hallway, putting her broom in the corner. There were multiple cauldrons, one absolutely billowing with smoke, and the table was full of potion bottles with labels bearing words like “poison,” “eye of newt,” “cat’s whiskers,” and “bat blood,” among others. It was dark and dingy, lit solely by candlelight.... Click here to read the rest of the story!