GHOST STORIES

The fire crackles, casting flickers on wide-eyed faces as voices drop to a whisper. Smoke curls into the midnight air, twined with the faint sweetness of toasted marshmallow and blood orange zest—the final taste of warmth before the tale turns. A heart of toasted vanilla and cade smoke smolders, drifting through the air like memory itself—comforting, until it isn't. Grounded by charred birchwood and black patchouli, the scent clings like the last sentence of a story you didn’t see coming. The Ghost Stories is equal parts sweet nostalgia and flickering unease, a fireside fragrance where something just might be listening in the dark.