Specter's Embrace Crypt Melts

In the heart of a forgotten crypt, the only light comes from the flickering torches mounted on the moss-covered walls. Their feeble light casts elongated shadows that seem to reach out like gnarled fingers, touching the jumbled remains of those entombed within. The scent of earth and decay lingers in the air, adding to the oppressive atmosphere as the party realizes they are ensnared in the grip of the crypt's unyielding embrace.
 
Fragrance Notes: Damp Earth & Cold Stone