Attempted Murder

Description The crow kept circling the parking lot, squawking whenever another crow flew overhead or nearby. “Hey!” he said. “Hey! Come hang out with me; I’m so bored!” But every crow kept flying by. Nobody wanted to get together today. “Come on!” he yelled, angrily. “It’s autumn! It’s spooky time; let’s all get together and freak out the humans. They never like to see a group of us in one spot.” He was alone. A solitary crow, circling the lot in anticipation. This went on for hours, until he realized why none of them stopped: he was committing attempted murder. Scent Notes: A misty forest thick with oakmoss and the scent of bonfires. Cypress, suede, and osmanthus.