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Mist-Soaked Moors Candle Offering

Mist-Soaked Moors Candle Offering

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Come closer, love — the wind’s in a mood tonight, and it’s carrying tales across the heather. Sit here by the kettle while I tell you how Mist-Soaked Moors came to be. It began one grey dawn when the clouds lay heavy as wool upon the hills, and the air itself smelled of damp secrets. I’d gone wandering, basket in hand, half-hoping the moor would tell me what scent she wished to become. And she did — though not in words. A thrush sang from the mist, the vapor crept round my muddy Wellingtons, and somewhere beneath the gorse in full cadmium bloom, fierce and thorny, and dew-soaked moss, she breathed her fertile boggy hush into my thoughts. Back in the workshop, I stirred those memories into molten wax — a drizzle of smoke, a drop of melancholy, a flicker of homecoming — until the whole room smelled like the edge of the world, where stories go to dry off.

The scent took on a will of its own, as they often do. I added a trace of amber for warmth, a wisp of vetiver to ground the wanderlust, and a sigh of green moss to anchor the storm. As the wax cooled, the fragrance settled into something both fierce and tender — the smell of rain meeting earth, of hearth smoke finding its way through mist. It felt like holding weather in your hands: wild, shifting, impossible to keep, and yet — somehow — home.

When the wick is lit, the moor returns — quiet but alive, the flame trembling like a lantern glimpsed through distant fog. You can almost hear the curlew’s cry and feel the chill teasing at your sleeves. There’s the tang of rain, the whisper of salt, the ghost of heather bruised beneath wandering boots. It’s a candle that doesn’t so much scent a room as summon a place — all salt, solitude, and stubborn hope. I sometimes think of it as my wild-hearted one, born of weather and wistfulness.

And should you burn it on a lonely evening, don’t be surprised if a bit of the moor drifts in through the crack beneath your door — it never could resist a warm flame and good company.

Scent Weave - Verdant, Dewy, Bright

Fragrance Notes: Calamus, Green Leaves, Bergamot. Ozone, Lilac, Lily of the Valley, Petrichor, Light Musk, Powder, White Tea.

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