The sky is black and heavy with stars. The air, gathered between them all like an inhale, crackling with expectation. They have come here as they have a thousand times before to celebrate the turning of the year.
Wishes are cast into the flames: hopes and burdens, ambitions and longings, and desires of the quiet heart. Flying feet, song and drum beats, quick breaths and pounding hearts, their circle turning under the milky smear of light.
Afterward they part, with laughter, and low ragged voices, trailing home through forest and field. The fire smoulders, secrets carried on the spirit-wind in curls of smoke.
The wheel turns, and they gather again, under stars.
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Curls of crisp birch, guaiacwood, resinous agar, and warm cedar nestle amongst the glowing embers; velvety tonka black as night, sparking peppercorns, and a fleeting glimmer of bright citrus.
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This scented balm was crafted by hand in my cottage kitchen and is made of local beeswax, pure cold-pressed avocado oil, and a blend of luxury fragrance and essential oils.
It is poured into black UV glass which lets in beneficial light, but blocks light that degrades your balm.
The label is foil-pressed in soft bronze and was designed by myself, and lovingly illustrated by Annika of Pitchblack Illustration.
40g— this is about twice the size an average solid perfume, and will last quite a long time. A small swipe of balm goes a long way.
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