Sorceress Table | Candle No. 11 bookmark This is an ode to

This is an ode to soft spaces filled with chosen family and handwritten recipes with generations of notes in the margins

And so she just… stays

Some wishes you whisper into the dark

If a mirrorball shatters in the forest and no one beholds her glinting edges

Sorceress Table | Candle No. 11 bookmark This is an ode toThis is the scent of spells cast at dusk around a fire only you and your coven can see. At first light, white sage and lavender sprigs beckon, as clean and sharp as lightning in a bottle. As it deepens, black currant and patchouli howl at the moon, pulling you closer to the strands of fate. By the time the flame steadies, the grimoire chants your name against a backdrop of balsam and anise, amber and smoked pine. Sorceress Table is a pact between