Goldspun Folktale Candle

Scent: Cinnamon & Maple Sugar

Milk and honey, bargains and coins. Murmurs of a girl turned alchemist lace the village as a loom whirs. Gold glints as the sunlight shines, threads and fate and promises kept. ’She’s a witch!’the townsfolk say, as the maiden turns straw into gold. But they don’t know the deal she made, and what it cost.