Sorceress Table | Candle No. 11 bookmark If a mirrorball shatters in

If a mirrorball shatters in the forest and no one beholds her glinting edges

Some wrath simmers just beneath the surface

Bye Bye Baby (The One Thing)

as ivy creeps toward her feet

And so she just… stays

Sorceress Table | Candle No. 11 bookmark If a mirrorball shatters inThis is the scent of spells cast at dusk around a fire only you and your coven can see. At first light, white sage and lavender sprigs beckon, as clean and sharp as lightning in a bottle. As it deepens, black currant and patchouli howl at the moon, pulling you closer to the strands of fate. By the time the flame steadies, the grimoire chants your name against a backdrop of balsam and anise, amber and smoked pine. Sorceress Table is a pact between