Amortentia
When Narcissa inhaled Amortentia, it was the freshly brewed coffee on a pale autumn morning, the smoky scent of the cracking fire in an open fireplace on a late, cold winter night, the flowery scent of the hidden meadow deep in the forest close to the Malfoy Manor, the relaxing fragrance of old books mixing with the scent of leather in an old library, the seductive, sweet aroma of the finest wine made by goblins.
























