Step into the witchy woods, where the air is thick with the earthy aroma of ancient oak and smoky patchouli. Dark berries, ripe with mystery, mingle with hints of crisp, weathered wool—like the lingering scent of a forgotten cloak left out beneath moonlit trees. A touch of moss and aged wood anchors the scent in shadow and season, evoking an autumn night in Salem where spells fly, secrets linger, and mischief is practically tradition.
P.S. Please remove Helen’s head before lighting—seriously. It’ll catch fire, and we’re not here to reenact the Salem witch trials. She’s been through enough already!
7oz of 100% soy wax. Helens are random, you never know which version of her you'll get.