鷲の墓

The scent is like standing on a windswept Orkney cliff, all brine and sweet cicely, and it fills my flat without ever feeling heavy. I've burned it three evenings and the wax barely dips, so the slow-burn claim really holds up.

Burns so slowly I've had it going for a week of evenings and it's barely half gone, which is perfect because I want this scent around forever. The sea pinks and that cold, salty air smell is uncanny — it genuinely transports me to a windswept beach.

It’s like someone bottled the Orkney shoreline—the clover and sea pinks mingle with that cold, briny air perfectly. Burns slow and steady, too; I’ve had it going for weeks of evenings and it barely dips. My kitchen smells like a windy cliffside.