A ladder is run up the oldest tree in town. Every year it bears the sweetest fruit. A little girl climbs up the ladder with each rung creaking under foot. She plucks the first apple of the season. It shines bright in her hand and she can’t resist.
She take a big, crisp, bite. Memories from the season before fill her mind. She can almost smell the nutmeg and cinnamon from the cooked apples, that are to come in this years harvest celebration.
Candle notes: ripe apple, warm cinnamon, nutmeg.
*All candles are handcrafted with crackling wood-wicks, phthalate free scent moods, all natural coconut blended wax, and 50+ hour burn time.
Vegan | Ritually Hand-poured | 10oz
Made with magick in the home of the Appalachian mountains.