Frances d’Été drifts like a warm breeze across sun-warmed streets—an unexpected embrace of lake air and sweet floral hush.
A memory of slow summer afternoons: she wandered without plan, the prairie at her back, the lake’s quiet hum at her side. Suddenly, a soft floral breeze wrapped around her, sunlit and tender. It was home—but not inside walls. It was freedom—but not far from rooted places. It was the Calumet Region paused in golden stillness.
Notes: sunny citrus · warm floral wind · the air where the lake meets the prairie · sandalwood
Burn to remember what waits in stillness.
Details:
soy & coconut wax • 4 ounce • amber ribbed glass
Frances d’Été drifts like a warm breeze across sun-warmed streets—an unexpected embrace of lake air and sweet floral hush.
A memory of slow summer afternoons: she wandered without plan, the prairie at her back, the lake’s quiet hum at her side. Suddenly, a soft floral breeze wrapped around her, sunlit and tender. It was home—but not inside walls. It was freedom—but not far from rooted places. It was the Calumet Region paused in golden stillness.
Notes: sunny citrus · warm floral wind · the air where the lake meets the prairie · sandalwood
Burn to remember what waits in stillness.
Details:
soy & coconut wax • 4 ounce • amber ribbed glass
