Ancients & Oakmoss Candle Offering

Welcome, dear wanderer — tread softly through the fern-lit hush and come rest a while beside me. Mind your cloak on the brambles; they’re dreadful flirts. I’ve a tale to tell — one of wax and woodland, of a candle born from the breath of the old forest itself.

It began, as all good things do, at the workbench on a rain-muddled afternoon, when the air was rich with resin and leaf-lore. I was scent-weaving, coaxing memory into matter, when oakmoss made itself known — that deep, green note of ancient wisdom, whispering of hornbeam and hawthorn, of soil soft as velvet and the sigh of distant rain. Slowly, the blend took on its own will, as though the trees leaned in to lend their blessing — a flame forged from earth’s oldest secrets.

A vixen once trotted across the same forest floor that lent its breath to this scent, brushing through Irish moss and hart’s-tongue fern. The ancient sentinels — oak, hornbeam, hawthorn — bowed their mossy crowns, scattering leaf-blessings like wisdom-confetti. In her wake rose the perfume of amber resin and sage, of patchouli and loam — a wild hymn to the greenwood’s heart.

Such is the spirit captured here: the cunning of the fox, the patience of roots, the laughter of rain meeting bark, of seasonal tides turning. Strike the wick and you’ll sense it too — that turning of life older than language itself.

And so, Ancients & Oakmoss was poured — not merely a candle, but a flicker of the autumnal forest’s soul, held fast in glass and flame. When its wick is kindled, the room hushes as though listening; the air blooms with amber and moss, sage and loam, and for a breath or two you might believe you’ve wandered straight beneath the canopy itself. It smells of belonging, of bark and memory and the quiet pride of roots that run deep.

I never claim to have made it, only to have midwifed it into being — the forest did most of the work. And when its last ember fades, it leaves behind that same green-to-gold echo the woods do when you walk away — a promise that you can always find your way home again, if you follow the scent.

Scent Weave - Resinous, Earthy, Warm

Fragrance Notes: Sage, Patchouli, Cinnamon