The Scent of Memory
Old Soul Candles
What are memories made of?
Sights, certainly: shimmering dawns reflected on crisp snow, mischievous eyes nearly hidden by a tightly wrapped scarf, trees glittering with borrowed starlight.
Sounds, of course: the crinkle of brown leaves underfoot, the crack of burning logs, the titter of laughter, the urgent playful bark.
But is there any palette of recollection more vibrant than that of scent?
Can anything transport you more completely to an otherwise lost time than the smell of freshly cut pine? Can anything resurrect as grandmother like the aroma of rosemary and thyme? Can anything recreate a moment of friendship like the smoky tang of a campfire?
You might be able to guess our answer.
If you’re not convinced, then come tempt your senses with some of the enchanting new holiday scents from Old Soul Artisan.
Augur is particularly fond of Corpse Queen, but that’s hardly a surprise.
Sights, certainly: shimmering dawns reflected on crisp snow, mischievous eyes nearly hidden by a tightly wrapped scarf, trees glittering with borrowed starlight.
Sounds, of course: the crinkle of brown leaves underfoot, the crack of burning logs, the titter of laughter, the urgent playful bark.
But is there any palette of recollection more vibrant than that of scent?
Can anything transport you more completely to an otherwise lost time than the smell of freshly cut pine? Can anything resurrect as grandmother like the aroma of rosemary and thyme? Can anything recreate a moment of friendship like the smoky tang of a campfire?
You might be able to guess our answer.
If you’re not convinced, then come tempt your senses with some of the enchanting new holiday scents from Old Soul Artisan.
Augur is particularly fond of Corpse Queen, but that’s hardly a surprise.
