Belmont | Beard Butter (Limited) - Castle Walls, Rolling Moss, Leather & Patchouli

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Belmont. A Fragrance Forged in Darkness

"For those who walk boldly into the unknown, who embrace their destiny and face their fears head-on."

Scent Profile: Castle Walls, Rolling Moss, Leather & Patchouli 

Scent Strength: Medium/Strong

Hold Strength: Light

Size: 2oz Double walled Plastic Jar w/ Ribbed Lid

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The Story

Belmont. A Fragrance Forged in Darkness

In the cursed lands of Transylvania, where shadows stretch long and whispers of the night carry untold terrors, Simon Belmont strode into the abyss. Armed with the sacred Vampire Killer whip and clad in a determination born of legacy, he faced the labyrinthine halls of Dracula's castle—a place where darkness was not just an absence of light, but a palpable, living entity.

As Simon entered the castle gates, a wave of scents hit him. The air was thick with dust—centuries of undisturbed decay clinging to every surface. The mildew of damp stone and ancient mortar seeped into his senses, mingling with the earthy weight of moss creeping across the walls. Beneath his boots, the cement floor groaned, its chill rising like the breath of the undead.

Each step deeper into the fortress unveiled layers of forgotten history. Aging wooden beams, weathered and splintered by time, creaked overhead. In a distant, forgotten corner, the faint aroma of rotting fruit lingered—a bushel left to ferment in the eternal twilight, its sweetness twisted into something unnerving.

Simon pressed on, his resolve unshaken as the castle's haunting scents turned almost intoxicating. The air shifted, carrying the sharp spice of cardamom, a fleeting reminder of the world outside these cursed walls. Deeper still, the scent of leather enveloped him, evoking the worn grip of his whip and the armor that bore countless battles. It was an anchor, grounding him amidst the supernatural.

At the castle's heart, the presence of Dracula himself was almost tangible. Here, the aroma of jasmine bloomed, delicate yet sinister, as if mocking Simon with its ephemeral beauty. The foundation of the scent—a base of amber, moss, and patchouli—hung heavy in the air, a potent reminder of the ancient and unyielding evil that awaited him.

This is the essence of Simon Belmont's journey—a fragrance that captures the perilous beauty of his odyssey. It speaks of bravery forged in darkness, of a man who dared to face the eternal night. Every note tells a story: the dust of forgotten battles, the leather of unwavering resolve, the bittersweet bloom of fleeting hope, and the unshakable foundation of courage.

For those who walk boldly into the unknown, who embrace their destiny and face their fears head-on, this is your scent.