Guardian of the Forest

Light when ready to overcome your fears.

Feather feels it before she smells it. Resin, bark, and beneath both, something with no name. Moss worn soft by no footstep. A fire she'll never find. There are rules here, never written, only inherited. Walk straight, take nothing without reason, do not whistle after nightfall.

Air drifts through the dark. Green, ceremonial, like an offering already made. Something sweeter, warm, mysterious underneath. She leaves what she brought at the oldest tree.

The forest accepts. The forest says nothing. She does not look back.

She knows she is safe.

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Top notes

wildflowers, black currant, pine needles

Heart notes

juniper, fir balsam, wood, tonka

Base notes

cedarwood, moss, resinous pine

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200g rapeseed coconut wax scented candle.
Hand poured in Slovenia.