The door creaks open and the scent of vanilla drifts through the air — soft, sweet, and laced with unease. You step inside the Haunted Manor, where the walls whisper and shadows stretch long across the floor. As you move through the cold, dust-laden halls, sandalwood and patchouli rise like forgotten memories, earthy and strange.

At the heart of the manor, something lingers — a deep, smoldering blend of cedarwood and amber, warm yet unsettling, like the final breath of a ghost that never left.