Embers

In the quiet hush of the Appalachian foothills, where mist clings to the trees and the earth breathes slow and deep, a hand-crafted candle burns with the scent of the forest’s soul. Smoky birch curls through the air like woodsmoke rising from an old stone chimney, rich with the memory of fire and time. Crisp juniper follows, sharp and green, evoking pine needles underfoot and the brisk clarity of high mountain air. Guaiacwood, dark and resinous, grounds the blend with a subtle sweetness—warm, woody, and quietly powerful. It’s a scent that speaks of wild woods and worn trails, of solitude, strength, and the enduring beauty of the mountains.