Glastonbury Grove

Glastonbury GroveImagine A dark pool of inky blackness is swallowed by a circle of rocks guarded by twelve spindly sycamore trees. In the darkness of the forest, a lone owl calls out. Light flashes without thunder, and a disembodied arm appears in midair, reaching from nothingness as though blindly feeling its way out of a room. As though the fingers have whipped up wind from the prior stillness, a gust of air careens through the grove, bending the trees. Light

Let them choose the scents that they find most magical

Or perhaps you were always destined to live this eternal life

Library of Alexandria

Tomorrow is the night that Saint Nicholas brings gifts for the good children

Your nerves wrestle in your chest cavity

of all things

A delicate

Egyptian musk

with an elevator that might swallow you up and deliver you to the Twilight Zone or might just smell like old band-aids depending on its whim in the precise moment you called it

Fragrance Profile

the children fall fast asleep before the warmth of the fireplace

The lightning has awakened it