M is for Mortuary Soap

M is for Mortuary – Trust No One

Fog curls low across the graveyard, cloaking stone angels and secrets alike. Inside the mortuary, the air is thick with velvet deceit, every breath a reminder that appearances are meant to mislead. “M” is for Mortuary—a fragrance stitched from duplicity and dread, where even the sweetest note conceals a darker truth.

Amber smolders like candlelight on polished wood, rich and unyielding. Exotic spices whisper of far-off markets and forbidden bargains struck at midnight. And patchouli seeps through it all—earthy, unsettling, like freshly turned soil over secrets best left buried.

It does not cleanse. It confesses. And once you’ve lathered, you’ll find yourself wondering whose reflection stares back at you in the glass.