Tavern Folktale Candle

Scent : Pomegranate Cider

A drenched black sky. The cobbles are slick, the storm mighty. You race against it, cosy lights and the roar of drunken laughter around a corner. The journey’s been weary, your bones tired. You tumble in, heading straight to a seat by the fire, a hot pomegranate cider in hand. There’s respite for a night, before the next journey begins.