The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and forgotten whispers as Lucien, a man of weathered features and a soul yearning for the untamed, ventured into the Whispering Woods. Legend spoke of ancient curses and monstrous guardians, painting the forest as a realm of forbidden beauty and deadly peril. Yet, Lucien, driven by an insatiable curiosity and a thirst for the unknown, pressed on, his senses alert to the symphony of scents that filled the air. As the sun began to dip below the canopy, the air grew thick with the scent of damp moss and decaying wood, a haunting aroma that seemed to whisper secrets of the forest's ancient past. He stumbled upon a hidden clearing, where the air was thick with the intoxicating fragrance of fresh tobacco and vanilla bean, its sweetness a welcome respite from the more somber scents that had dominated his journey. As night fell, the forest woke to a chorus of nocturnal creatures. The scent of damp fur mingled with the musky aroma of nocturnal blooms, creating an eerie, otherworldly ambiance. Lucien, huddled around a crackling fire, inhaled deeply, the scent of oak and black locust woodsmoke mingling with the subtle aroma of rosemary dry rubbed roasting venison. The forest, once a place of fear and legend, now felt like a living, breathing entity, a symphony of scents that whispered stories of life, death, and the enduring magic of the natural world. He emerged from the Whispering Woods days later, his senses heightened, his soul forever altered by the symphony of scents that had filled his journey. The forest, once a place of fear and legend, had become a sanctuary, a testament to the enduring power of nature and the insatiable human desire to explore the unknown.

notes by tim small, qui apporte la joie