Sciel

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 🌹

In a world where names and faces vanish with the stroke of a brush, Sciel remains - a woman forged by loss, haunted by memory, and driven by something deeper than hope. This fragrance is born of that silence between battles, of the moments when grief meets resolve.

The sharp, bright scent of red currant mirrors the fire of her spirit and her unwavering love. Notes of wild honey whisper the warmth she offers to others, even as she carries the weight of loss in silence.

Saffron cuts through the haze, golden and bitter, a reminder that her strength was forged in fire, not given. Every step into the Gestral Arena, every swing of her scythe, carried this quiet rage.

Grounded in vanilla noir, sandalwood, and white musk lies an elegy for who she was, and a hymn for who she became. It speaks of a woman who no longer fears the end, because she’s already lived through it.

This candle is not comfort. It is confrontation. It is grief. It is survival. It is a reckoning. It is relentless and alive in fierce defiance.