While dabling in magick, sometimes a certain weather will bring the smell of magick, kinda like the smell of wine or vintage perfume. It is hard to put in words, but think about rain, the smell of trees and grass, cold wind and silence.
As a black magician, those elements tend to add atmosphere and bring me scents of unknown times, acting as memories I don’t really recall. Past lives ones, perhaps. It’s almost like wine scent, perfume, nature and black magick all come together in one single “smell”.
It feels like a dream, really. Again, I can’t really put this in words. Magick makes me feel certains aromas depending on a certain weather or day, and they make me think of mentioned elements.
I’m calling it ''the smell of witchery/the witch".
Any similar experiences?