ALYS RIVERS wax melt she talks to her deep

she talks to her deep link with the Underworld itself

even when remembering hurts the most

and transitions into a warm tapestry of allspice—a nod to the depth of his warmth

coat collar turned up

and pressure disguised as pretty things

ALYS RIVERS wax melt she talks to her deepFRAGRANCE FAMILY SUBFAMILY SECONDARY Floral Floral Amber Smoke Born of damp earth and whispered prophecy, this scent coils slowly, patient and knowing. It carries the weight of old gods listening from the roots, of smoke curling through half remembered visions, and of beauty that unsettles rather than soothes. This is power that does not announce itselfancient, watchful, and utterly assured. Moss Dark and living, clinging to stone and bone alike. The