Nesuferitu

A love letter to the creatures of the night, Nesuferitu follows you through the dimly lit corridors of gothic revival.

The stones are ice cold beneath your feet as you take refuge in the abandoned chapel. The air is still thick with the hazy musk of ritual incense and labdanum. The walls are lined with dust covered wooden crucifixes. A silver chalice of communion wine is spilled across the altar near a forgotten tray of ripe plums. You hide between the splintering pews, your trembling hands loading the last silver bullet into the chamber. The atmosphere shifts, your stomach drops, you can feel something watching you from the darkness.

• Top Notes: Communion Wine, Silver Bullets, & Ripe Plum

• Heart Notes: Ritual Incense, Labdanum & Wooden Crucifixes

• Base Notes: Warm Fur, Splintering Cedarwood & Hazy Musk