"I love this candle. Smell really fills the air, sweet and a little earthy with some spice as well." -Michelle
Clouds cross the moon as the cloaked figure enters the neglected graveyard. The rusted hinges protest as the gate swings open, the sound a cry of anguish in the quiet night. The visitor glides forward, through the dried grass and choking vines that have overwhelmed this forgotten corner of the church grounds.