Notes: sea salt, worn leather, cedarwood, patchouli, rosemary, moss, eucalyptus The wind howls just beyond the worn oak door, but inside, the Twilight Tavern hums with life. Candlelight flickers against stone walls damp from sea spray, casting golden shadows across travel-worn faces and cloaks heavy with the scent of the starlit road. You step into the room, boots silent on the creaking floorboards, and the mingled aromas of salt air, worn leather, and wild herbs wrap around you. From the hearth, the scent of rosemary rises from a simmering stew, weaving into the cool breeze drifting through a cracked window—eucalyptus, cedar, and the brine of the sea.