Thicket Witch

She dwells where the wild things grow untamed. Thicket Witch is an earthy invocation of the green witch who finds her power in bramble and branch, in the dense heart of the forest where civilization dares not enter. Sharp Black Pepper crackles like twigs underfoot, while warm Benzoin and glowing Amber create a resinous embrace, the scent of ancient trees weeping golden tears.
Immortelle blooms eternal amid the undergrowth, it's strange, maple-sweet intensity mingling with the gentle comfort of Linden blossoms drifting on autumn air. Deep Patchouli and verdant Oakmoss root you to the forest floor, to soil and decay and the promise of new growth. A kiss of Fir Tree carries whispers of the evergreen guardians standing sentinel through endless seasons.
This is the perfume of tangled paths and hidden clearings, of a witch who speaks the language of root and thorn, who brews her magic from what the forest freely offers. Born from Samhain's threshold between the dying year and winter's approach, Thicket Witch belongs to those who are never lost in the woods, because the woods are home.
For the witch who walks barefoot and answers to no hearth but her own.