Wentworth lingers where autumn yields to winter. In the hush of ancient duneland woods, where caramel and cinnamon cling to the air, softened by the warmth of wool and the promise of many voices entwined. The last leaves fall against a sky of quiet grey, and the earth beneath speaks in the crunch of forgotten harvests.
Notes: caramel • cinnamon • woods • worn wool & gathered voices
Burn to wander where seasons converge.
Details:
soy & coconut wax • 4 ounce • gold ribbed mercury glass
Wentworth lingers where autumn yields to winter. In the hush of ancient duneland woods, where caramel and cinnamon cling to the air, softened by the warmth of wool and the promise of many voices entwined. The last leaves fall against a sky of quiet grey, and the earth beneath speaks in the crunch of forgotten harvests.
Notes: caramel • cinnamon • woods • worn wool & gathered voices
Burn to wander where seasons converge.
Details:
soy & coconut wax • 4 ounce • gold ribbed mercury glass