As you venture into Dracula’s domain, the weight of centuries presses down upon you, the air thick with history and hidden desires. The flickering candlelight dances along the stone walls, casting dark, twisting shadows that seem to follow your every move. The initial bite of citrus electrifies your senses, a sharp, invigorating welcome that awakens a deep curiosity—and perhaps a trace of fear. It’s bold and bracing, as if warning you of the power that lingers just beyond sight.

The soft creak of ancient leather echoes in the quiet halls, and the aroma follows—rich, worn, and luxurious, a scent that speaks of regal authority. The sharpness of pepper adds an edge, mingling with the smooth warmth of teakwood. Every step feels deliberate... as you move through the castle the opulent scent of tobacco unfurls like a cloud of smoke, lingering in the air with an intoxicating warmth.