Nightshade Garden

Nightshade Garden smells like black currant, black lavender, honeysuckle

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Trial By Root And Thorn

The ground beneath me was soft, damp, and sweet. 

I opened my eyes to find vines tangled around my wrists. The sky above was a violet haze, the stars too low, flickering like candlelight.

I sat up slowly. 

A circle of thorns surrounded me, glistening with poison dew. 

Beyond it, the garden sprawled like a dream grown wild: thick with movement, pulsing with color that shouldn’t exist in this world.

A scent drifted by - rich, sharp, unmistakable. Black currant. I turned. It was growing upside down from a twisted tree, each berry dangling just out of reach. 

I didn’t climb. I bowed. The tree bent. I took three.

Further in, a hedge trembled, then parted. Honeysuckle vines slithered across the path, petals pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. I held my breath and stepped where the scent was strongest. 

The vines stilled. I walked through.

At the garden’s heart, a field of black lavender swayed in a breeze I couldn’t feel. I stepped forward, and the earth gave way beneath my feet.

Falling.

Then: caught. Roots cradled me like arms. Black lavender pressed against my palms. I took only what brushed my skin.

But the scents of honeysuckle and black currant returned - headier now, almost too sweet. It wrapped around me, syrup-thick and warm. 

My eyelids fluttered. The vines curled close once more.

I blinked.

Morning light filtered through tall grass. The garden was gone. 

Only a black currant stain on my fingers remained.

And the faintest scent of honeysuckle in my hair.

8oz Candle

Premium Coconut & Soy Wax
Extra Thick, Crackling Wood Wick
Strong Scent That Fills The Room
Luxurious, Frosted Amber Jar
40+ Hour Burn Time