Bianca sighed. “Can you just read it over again? I want to make sure we get this right.” Matt nodded, avoiding Bianca’s gaze. “Yeah, of course, I know how important this is. Like you said: We have to get this right. The doll needs to get out of here.” Bianca gave him a sharp look. “Sorry,” Matt said, a sudden sweat breaking out on his upper lip. “I know you’re sensitive about this. Let’s just make sure this is good, and then we can forget it ever happened, right?” Matt’s gaze swung to the cabinet across from them, which was full of antique dolls his wife had inherited over the years. Most of them were beautiful, made of fine china, handpainted; collector’s items, worthy of display and admiration. This doll, however, was made out of cloth, and appeared to be handmade by someone who was all thumbs.... to read the rest of the story!

Scent Notes: A linen doll left in a dank, musty attic for too long and coated in a thin layer of dirt and blood, bitter cloves and almond, smoky campfire, a dash of pumpkin spice.