Seven scents rooted in the old ways. Salt on stone. A tended fire. The air before a storm. The smell of someone who still does things by hand, season to season, the way it's always been done.
These are scents for the cliff above a grey sea, the forest floor in the dark, the hearth that doesn't go out. For anyone who has ever felt the pull of something older than they can name.
Hand-poured in small batches in Medicine Hat, Alberta, using a parasoy wax blend and cotton wick. Available as an 8oz candle or a ritual spray in amber glass.