Barrister and Mann - Season of the Witch - Aftershave Splash - 3.75 oz

Scent Description:  

Inspired by the deep-rooted history of witchcraft in New England, here is an elixir of arcane delight, a construct of hypnotic, narcotic allure. The dulcet tones of broom flowers, so captivating in their elegance, are blended with notes of violet and honeysuckle, flowers known to waylay and ensnare the unwary. 

Beneath this enrapturing accord, ripples of power lurk. The green dustiness of tarragon, the spicy tang of nutmeg and wormwood, and elemental, primordial notes of oakmoss, oud, and woodsmoke bubble from the depths, bathing the flowers in their eldritch glow. Mossy and primeval, floral and herbal, the product of centuries of tradition and craft, Season of the Witch is the potion of a modern age, composed to enthrall and enchant. Something wicked this way comes.

A Word from the Manufacturer

It was Guillaume Edelin who first confessed to riding a broom.

The French witch and former Prior made a pact with the devil, one that gave him the power to travel mounted on a broomstick. In return, he promised to pretend that witchcraft was impossible. For his crimes, he was imprisoned for the rest of his life.

Brooms have a long association with witchcraft. Bridget Bishop, the first person hanged as a witch at Salem, was said to have "soared with the devil" on a pole. The Wicked Witch of the West famously tormented Dorothy and her companions from her broomstick in The Wizard of Oz. Brooms, so named because they were originally made from flowering shrubs collectively called "broom," have become inextricably linked to witches and the occult. They are emblematic. Iconic. 

Broom itself is a wonderful thing. The flowers give off a richly honeyed, rosy floral scent whose delicacy recalls the warmth of fresh hay and sunshine. It beckons us to happier days and happy thoughts. It captures. It captivates. It bewitches.

But all is not well in the Season of the Witch.

Inspired by the deep-rooted history of witchcraft in New England, here is an elixir of arcane delight, a construct of hypnotic, narcotic allure. The dulcet tones of broom flowers, so captivating in their elegance, are blended with notes of violet and honeysuckle, flowers known to waylay and ensnare the unwary. 

Beneath this enrapturing accord, ripples of power lurk. The green dustiness of tarragon, the spicy tang of nutmeg and wormwood, and elemental, primordial notes of oakmoss, oud, and woodsmoke bubble from the depths, bathing the flowers in their eldritch glow. Mossy and primeval, floral and herbal, the product of centuries of tradition and craft, Season of the Witch is the potion of a modern age, composed to enthrall and enchant. Something wicked this way comes.