Mood: The castle hall is decked with all its finery, brilliant weavings hung from the walls, alive with color and stories to tell.
Smells Like: Vibrant oranges from distant lands upon the king's table, warmed with exotic cloves.
Scent Strength: Strong
"Fantastic! The description paints the perfect picture of the scent available and the candle captures the essence of Christmas time perfectly!"
"Love. Very interesting take on citrus. The spice warms it up appropriately for wintertime"
"After burning this candle for an hour, I felt like a troubadour would come bursting through a magical door. The candle delighted in all forms."
The weaver hums as her shuttle moves in and out of the warp threads, stretched into her loom, pulling the colorful weft through in and out. Slowly, row by row, thread by thread, a picture forms. A single tapestry takes months to craft, and each thread must be perfect.
In the throne room such great work already hangs, showing great deeds of old. The king's guests stop to admire the masterwork, commenting on the colors and the craftmanship.
Some include metallic threads which glint in the light from the tall windows, like snow shining in the midday sun.
The time, skill, and care put into each will be admired for generations.