Spellbound Kitchen

Spellbound Kitchen smells like pumpkin gingerbread, smoky patchouli, spiced amber

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A Charm In Every Crumb

I pressed the patchouli into my mortar, crushing the dark leaves until it released a wisp of smoke and stained my fingertips green-brown. 

The scent rose as I ground, but I wasn’t after fragrance. I needed its grounding. Its memory. I whispered the charm under my breath, just loud enough for the hearth to hear. 

The flame flickered in agreement.

Sparks lifted, then settled. 

The old beams above creaked softly, as if listening.

The kitchen breathed with me. The round table behind me shifted, wood groaning low as if drawing closer. A pewter bowl of apples rocked once, then stilled. The candle near the window flared, casting shadows across the rain-speckled panes. Ivy outside the glass twisted slightly, curling toward the sound of my voice. A single wooden chair sat in the corner, quilt folded neatly over the back. It had not moved in years, but tonight, it faced me.

With a flick of my wrist, I let a few drops of spicy amber drip into the pan. 

It cracked and hissed in the butter, smoke curling up like spirit breath. I stirred slow, clockwise, letting the motion settle my nerves. Protection. Power. Patience. 

My spoon moved on its own for a moment, completing the circle. 

The flame beneath it rose, then calmed.

The pantry creaked open farther, and I reached in without looking. My fingers found ginger, then clove, then the molasses jar still warm from the last spell. I measured by instinct. The dough formed soft and sticky in my hands, pulsing faintly with heat. I shaped it into rounds and pressed my thumbnail into each.

The oven opened before I touched it.

A hush fell over the room as I slid the tray inside. This wasn’t just baking. This was binding. A sweet spell tucked into golden crust.

By the time the timer chimed, the charm had taken hold. I broke the first one open, still warm, and took a bite.

Pumpkin gingerbread. Just as it promised.

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