Twelfth Night Scented Candle

"There’s a stage in the glittering city; it comes alive under moonlight. A voice in the night sings about the food of love. This is where we were on the day we met; stone bleachers in the rain soaking wet. This is where to go, the branches ripe with blooms—this is where I go to see the ghost of you." - NETTE

Linden blossom, neroli, pear.