Observing like the grounded pine nearby, whispering “please don’t chop me down” to the sky. The out of tune guitar echoes through blackness, falling on heightened ears, stumbling through forgotten lyrics. When the laughter softens, melancholy billows through the air heavier than smoke. Eyes twinkle brighter than the stars above and breath is visible for the first time this season. Next season things will be different, and somehow the same, and anticipation becomes a lump in your throat knowing this is the moment you will be longing forever.
Seasonal- available for a limited time. 11 oz.
Smells like
Burning bonfire
Bourbon
Crisp apple
Grated ginger
Sugared pine
Plum & dampened earth
Towers Bon Iver
I Wish I Was the Moon Neko Case
Resurrection Fern Iron & Wine
Sentimentality & hopeful uncertainty
Observing like the grounded pine nearby, whispering “please don’t chop me down” to the sky. The out of tune guitar echoes through blackness, falling on heightened ears, stumbling through forgotten lyrics. When the laughter softens, melancholy billows through the air heavier than smoke. Eyes twinkle brighter than the stars above and breath is visible for the first time this season. Next season things will be different, and somehow the same, and anticipation becomes a lump in your throat knowing this is the moment you will be longing forever.
Seasonal- available for a limited time. 11 oz.
Smells like
Burning bonfire
Bourbon
Crisp apple
Grated ginger
Sugared pine
Plum & dampened earth
Towers Bon Iver
I Wish I Was the Moon Neko Case
Resurrection Fern Iron & Wine
Sentimentality & hopeful uncertainty
