Baba Yaga - Fantôme Perfume

Mugwort, dried and ground in a mortar and pestle, burns over coals in a small hut on chicken legs in the middle of the woods where a fearsome old witch dwells. In this hut, there are hanging animal skins, and littered across the floor are bones belonging to both beast and man. It is here in this peculiar hut with this strange old woman that the tales offer a glimmer of hope—a last resort when society has shunned the hero or turned their backs on justice. Cardamom and the warm glow of an oven hint at the wisdom and help that can be found within, if you dare to look.