Voorhees

 VOORHEES 

Gathered in a circle around the crackling campfire, the air was filled with an enchanting blend of fragrances that danced with both comfort and the unknowable. The campers at Camp Crystal Lake reveled in the warmth of the roaring flames, their faces painted in the soft, flickering amber glow, blissfully unaware of the lurking presence of Jason Voorhees, whose legend whispered through the woods like a ghostly echo.

The scent of aged oak enveloped the campsite, its earthy richness weaving through the very fabric of the night. It was as if the ancient trees whispered their secrets to those who would listen, their gnarled branches casting shadows that stretched like spectral fingers into the darkness.

The campfire itself contributed to the enchanting atmosphere, its smoky tendrils rising into the night sky. The smokiness carried with it the essence of untold stories and concealed mysteries, an aroma that seemed to beckon those by the fire to lean in closer, to share their own tales.

But it was the scent of toasted marshmallows that stole the show, a fragrance so sweet and comforting that it wrapped around the campers like a warm embrace. The marshmallows, skewered on sticks and held over the fire, transformed into golden, gooey perfection. Their aroma hung in the air, tempting everyone with the promise of sweet indulgence.

Around the campfire, laughter and camaraderie flowed freely, as if the very act of roasting marshmallows had a magical way of forging connections. Unbeknownst to the campers, the woods concealed secrets that stretched back generations, and in the shadows, the legend of Jason Voorhees loomed. But for that fleeting moment, amidst the fragrant symphony of oak, campfire, and toasted marshmallow, they found solace and warmth, their laughter and stories echoing into the night, ignorant of the lurking horrors just beyond the tree line.

Fragrance Notes: Smoldering Oak, Roasted Marshmallow, Campfire embers