Like a moth to a flame, he is captivated, enthralled by the intoxicating aroma.
A honey golden glow hovers becoming too enticing to resist.
Exuding charm and grace, it allows him to peer into a window to the past.
It is warm to the touch, almost comforting.
Allure turns to danger. The trap is set.
Now unfolds natures oldest drama. Predator versus prey.
Entrenched, entombed. He becomes one with its host and he is now the trophy.
Notes: amber, musk, benzoin, labdanum, plum, rose, vetiver, cedar wood.