Pale Fire, Black Ice

Scent Notes: Wintergreen, dry salt, musk, black oud, firewood and vanilla.

This was Day 4 in our Yule Advent Calendar.

It's a little moody. It says, "Back off, I'm prickly."

Now, if you can take a slight with a smile, then by all means, have a seat on the cold earth, share a cup, warm yourself in this pale blaze. For it is not a place for the faint of heart, and it's no place for the bold and daring. No, this is a place for the wise, and the people who float on the wind and hear their love in the sound of the moon rise. If the crunch underfoot and the frost in your nose are off-putting and the way the wood cracks as it burns has you jumping, best you stay home. Tolerance though, fierce acceptance, and even perhaps a bit of preparedness, will earn you a place so breathtakingly profound that it begs why you ever tried to be anywhere else. It can be the best place, for those who can handle the prickle.