An extra shadow has been hanging over you for far too long, weighing down your spirit. You light a match. The shadow turns, as if to look at you. In achingly slow motion, you see it recoil in panic. The flame burns brighter. In a millisecond, it feels as though the match has sucked all the oxygen out of the room. The shadow flickers, then bursts into a hundred million little flecks of light as you bring the match to the wick. A faint wisp of sulfur dissipates as the clean scent of sage wafts over the room. Relief.
Woody and clean. Southwestern pinon pine, white sage, earthy oak moss, and a touch of leather. Whether you've got bad smells or bad juju to banish, this is your candle.