Known as the architect of longing, Sappho wrote not of love conquered, but of love suspended. It’s in this very threshold that this scent lives, conjuring the intoxicating window of time in the Greek isles when the air is still green, the Fig is just ripe, and a creamy whisper of woods and spice hint at something deeper. 

• Vegetable Wax with Cotton Wick
• 8 Ounces
• Fully Recyclable Glass
• Hand Poured in Los Angeles