The Cult of the Fir Tree

They gather in the quiet of the deep woods, where the air grows cold and the shadows stretch long. A crisp, deceptive breath of fresh pine needles and frosted birch that draws you into the fold, hiding the bitter warmth of smoked resin lurking underneath. Step into the circle... if you dare to see what lies beyond the treeline.

Scent Notes: Nordic Spruce, Pine Needles, Frosted Birch & Smoked Amber