#funerie

[esteemed-excellency]

HUGE fan of this one!

[violetsonfire]

You left their leather jacket out among the rotting leaves and soil. Somehow it survived the fire; the scent of wild mushrooms clings to the garment, damp, wet, and festering. You bring it to your face, burying your nose in it.

It's musky, organic.

It still smells like them.

I guess not everything fades in ashes.

It lingers like the smoke of a funeral pyre.

A straining breath, it's almost suffocating.

Yet you sniff it again, and you don't want to stop.

[violetsonfire]

Today let's talk about death & decay from nature's perspective.

Pineward's Funerie.

Rites of the dead, a shroud of bleakness. Feasting fungi and wilted roses nestle atop charred pineboards and a base of heavy resins and incense.

Funerie is a trek through a forest of rotting vegetation dried and warped by countless centuries.

It is the scent of life, death, and ritual.

Notes: Morel mushroom, decayed rose, leather, tobacco, smoke, pineboard, incense, sweet myrrh, blood cedar, dried needles, rotting wood (oud).