Custard Corpse Court
Where autumn’s sweet tooth goes to misbehave.

Down on Custard Corpse Court, the neighbors don’t just bake — they conjure. Custard-thick air hangs warm and golden, kissed by caramelized sugar crackling like a secret about to slip. A swirl of pumpkin drifts through like a memory of October nights — bonfires, wool blankets, and someone laughing too close. It’s cozy, yes. But there’s a little mischief in the mix. The kind that says go ahead, take another spoonful.

This is comfort with a flicker. Sweetness with a smirk.
A dessert you didn’t earn… but absolutely deserve.

Scent Notes:
Warm Pumpkin • Caramelized Sugar • Silky Vanilla Custard