Somewhere deep within the forest, where the light barely touches the ground, the trees breathe in unison. Their bark holds centuries of rain and ember, their roots curl around the forgotten bones of the earth. The air is thick with Evergreen, and Cedar. The roots holding centuries of resin and Smoked Wood.
Old Growth is that moment captured in a candle. It’s the scent of earth after centuries. Of stories written in bark and stone. A candle that burns like twilight through the evergreens
Somewhere deep within the forest, where the light barely touches the ground, the trees breathe in unison. Their bark holds centuries of rain and ember, their roots curl around the forgotten bones of the earth. The air is thick with Evergreen, and Cedar. The roots holding centuries of resin and Smoked Wood.
Old Growth is that moment captured in a candle. It’s the scent of earth after centuries. Of stories written in bark and stone. A candle that burns like twilight through the evergreens
