Perched on the hill in the middle of a historic farmstead is a small wooden tavern. The sort of place where the benches are polished with wear and the trophies hang high. The glow from the hearth warmly bathes the room in a medley of cinnamon and alabaster. The winds whisper through, softening even the hardest of days.
Smoldering bergamot, with woodsy tones, soaked in cinnamon clove buds and nestled in cedarwood and patchouli.