SANDAL EMBER - 8OZ

The fire had burned down hours before you arrived, but you'll swear you saw flames. Citrus peels discarded on stone: bergamot, lime, their oils still sharp in cold air. The smell of wood that's been burning since morning, ginger's bite, the medicinal clarity of bay laurel, all of this is true. Sandalwood and cedar fill the gaps your mind makes generous. The white musk might be smoke. The resin might be memory hardening into fact.