smells like conjuring comfort, casting protection, and calling yourself home; like smoke curling from a cauldron-shaped mug, cinnamon dust catching the glow of candlelight. You’re wrapped in a knit blanket that smells like stories, your favourite book open to a well-worn page. The air hums with magic and outside, the wind stirs the leaves; inside, you stir something deeper. 

notes of myrrh, patchouli, peppercorn, vanilla, resin, cinnamon