"She then took the little key, and opened it, trembling. At first she could not see anything plainly, because the windows were shut. After some moments she began to perceive that the floor was all covered over with clotted blood, on which lay the bodies of several dead women, ranged against the walls. (These were all the wives whom Bluebeard had married and murdered, one after another.) She thought she should have died for fear, and the key, which she pulled out of the lock, fell out of her hand..."
- Charles Perrault, Bluebeard
For enthusiasts of either Bluebeard or Gilles de Rais, this is a forest scent, with additional notes of dragon's blood, violet, leather, and blackberry.
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