{"product_id":"hidden-apothecary-candle","title":"Hidden Apothecary Candle","description":"\u003ch3 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003eHidden Apothecary smells like spicy patchouli, saffron, and forest berries\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e----------\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e\n\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eMistress Of The Mortar\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe room was warm and low-ceilinged, lit by oil lamps and the flickering orange of a wood stove set into the stone wall. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShelves bowed under the weight of jars, wreaths, and veiled flasks—some glowing faintly, others labeled in forgotten tongues. Overhead, bundles of dried herbs hung like a canopy: mint, yarrow, thornroot. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe counter near the hearth was cluttered but careful—ringed with burn marks, oil stains, and the outlines of old spellwork. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe looked up from behind it. Gods. I forgot how to speak. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe was beautiful—not delicately, but dangerously. Dark velvet eyes. Silver hair, braided and pinned with bone. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eRobes of emerald silk that caught the light like moss in moonlight. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Broken ribs,” she said before I could. “Two, maybe three. Cursed blade. Sit.” I sat. She moved like smoke and honey, already reaching for the ingredients. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“You should see the other guy,” I managed. She didn’t laugh. She smirked. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Darling,” she said, “they always say that. And they always limp in here looking worse.” The counter beneath her pulsed faintly, old spellwork waking up. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMagic settled—not flared—warm and steady, like hands pressed to your skin when you’re shaking too hard to breathe. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe reached for a fresh bowl. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMeasured saffron—golden, pungent. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDropped in forest berries, dark and dense. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThen came a shaving of spicy patchouli bark, edges curling like flame-touched parchment.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe began to grind—slow, methodical, the pestle circling with quiet precision. As the mixture broke down, it shimmered once, the scent blooming into something deep and warm: firelight, sweet fruit, and old earth still steeped in spellcraft. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI couldn’t tell if the heat in my chest was her magic—or just her. She dipped her fingers into the bowl and pressed them to my ribs—gentle, sure. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHer touch was fire and balm, clove and smoke, steady as breath. And when it was done, she leaned in close. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“All better,” she murmured. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“But if it aches again…” \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHer smile curled like smoke. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“…you know where to find me.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cstrong style=\"font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, 'San Francisco', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 0.875rem;\"\u003e\u003cb id=\"docs-internal-guid-ad875d00-7fff-fc50-99d5-528cc132b3e2\"\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e8oz Candle\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePremium Coconut \u0026amp; Soy Wax\u003cbr\u003eExtra Thick, Crackling Wood Wick\u003cbr\u003eStrong Scent That Fills The Room\u003cbr\u003eLuxurious, Frosted Amber Jar\u003cbr\u003e40+ Hour Burn Time\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Wicked Warlock","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":50222191378672,"sku":null,"price":38.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0661\/1468\/3120\/files\/WW-Hidden-Apothecary-Compressed-Candle-image.jpg?v=1762459740","url":"https:\/\/wickedwarlock.com\/products\/hidden-apothecary-candle","provider":"Wicked Warlock","version":"1.0","type":"link"}