Eurydice smells like singing a song for the God of the Underworld, the saddest song in Heaven or Hell, the only song you know how to sing. It's a striking a deal, making a bargain you know you can win. This will be easy, you tell yourself. It's climbing back up to the land of the living, smoke in your lungs, sunlight straight ahead, and knowing you're not alone. She's behind you, the one you love, the one you came for. You can smell her perfume. You're almost there. Don't lose her again. Don't turn around.
Notes: Charred Vanilla, Smoke, Jasmine
Pair With: Rainer Rilke, Hadestown, Unforgivable Mistakes