King's Cider House
Mood: The king sits at the head of the table, a mug in his hand, descended from his throne to toast the new year with his people.
Smells Like: Good company sipping steaming apple cider, stirred with cinnamon sticks and toasted sugar.
Scent Strength: Strong
"Perfect cider candle. Perfectly sweet and spicy."
"I can imagine burning this with guests over and laughter ringing through the house. Perfect."
"It smells exactly like hot apple cider, this was an unexpected favorite for me"
On a merry night at the cider house, the patrons sit before the crackling fire, swapping tales and songs. Outside the wind howls, a winter storm shaking the shutters.
The door opens, and all fall silent as a regal figure enters. The king has descended from his castle on the hill and now strides into the common room, eyes twinkling. He motions to the keeper and whispers a word.
The concern on the tavern keeper's face turns to a grin and he shouts out, "Drinks for all!" The assembly cheers.
Soon, tavern maids tote jugs of sweet cider, filling each vessel in turn. The winter is long and cold and hard, but tonight the king drinks with his subjects. All is well.