Imagine a Christmas night, the world hushed under a blanket of snow. The moon casts a pale glow as heavy footsteps crunch through the frost. From the shadows, Krampus emerges, his horns curling ominously, chains rattling at his side. The air fills with a hauntingly festive scent—tart cranberries, zesty orange, and warm cinnamon, their sweetness laced with a hint of smoke. It’s a fragrance both inviting and unsettling, a deceptive warmth masking his sinister intent. As Krampus vanishes into the night, the scent lingers, a chilling reminder of his dark holiday visit.