The mist creeps in slow as the sun rises on the surrounding Forrest. This is called a magick place, and if you listen closely you can almost hear the sound of little laughter. You stand and walk towards it, crisp leaves crunching as you head towards the sound, your nose detecting the smoke of a hundred little fires.
The sounds are closer now. You burst into a clearing but nothing is there besides a circle of mushrooms, a pile of ripe berries, the remnants of barely visible smoke wafting up and over the trees.
Candle notes: woodsmoke, crisp leaves, wild berries.
*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.