Graveyard Mist settles like a restless spirit, curling through the room in soft, spectral tendrils. As the flame begins to flicker, shadows stretch long across the walls, swaying like unseen figures drifting silently among crumbling headstones.

The scent is eerie and beautiful — a delicate blend of smoky santal and creamy coconut, lingering like a phantom’s breath just behind your shoulder. It wraps around you gently, a whisper from the beyond, familiar and unshakable.

With each burn, Graveyard Mist thins the veil — inviting the presence of what once was, and what still lingers.