Curse of the Blood Moon

Some nights the sky doesn’t just glow—it warns. The blood moon rises, and the wild things remember their names. In the distance, a castle watches from black stone, and the air carries a promise: run, hide, or become part of the tale.

Smells like: a crimson night under the dragon’s blood moon—smoked oud and danger on the wind.

Details

• Size: 10oz

• Wax: Coconut Apricot Wax

• Burn Time: Approximately 40 hours