Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds,
His path was rugged and sore,
Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds,
Through many a fen where the serpent feeds,
And man never trod before.
-Sir Thomas Moore, "The Lake of the Dismal Swamp"

A popular haunt for corpse harvesters in the nineteenth century, who emptied its graves to fuel the lectures and research of local medical schools, Boston's Copp's Hill Cemetery has long been thought haunted by ghouls and vengeful spirits. The murderer John White Webster is said to rest here in an unmarked tomb and the Lovecraftian tale "Pickman's Model" speculates that the place is a hive of undeath and rot, a gathering ground for restless souls and unrealised doom. There is a rumour that small children around Copp's Hill are still not allowed outside past dark.

Boston is a city of history, home to strange and often gruesome happenings. It was Barrister and Mann's first home and gave rise to many of their most famous creations. Fragrances of dark animus and warped design. Fragrances like Hallows. Taking inspiration from the swamps and churchyards of the city, Hallows combines vetiver, oakmoss, black pepper, cocoa, labdanum and cedar to produce a deep, cold scent suited to the chilly, bitter days of late October. Gloomy, rich and perversely elegant, Hallows is a reminder of why men once feared the dark.